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The Ride

By: the_bragis



Thank you PaulX35.

To all the women reading this, especially the younger ones, I am a woman in my late twenties. I have been involved with a man years my senior for some time now. Mature men really know how to please a woman; their experience and knowledge of sex just can’t be compared with the 'boys'. Put simply, they know what hot sex is.

The evening was cool and still, as she waited at the bus stop. The other students in her class had caught the earlier bus. Now, if only she hadn't had  to stay behind to talk to her tutor, she would have been home by now. Talk? Well, yes, her marks were down, the lessons were just so damned boring, and she preferred to be out partying. And so, she had a little talk with her tutor. The poor fellow hadn't been able to keep his eyes of her when she had leaned over his desk.   Then when she had let her firm young breasts almost drop out of her blouse, he had almost choked. A smug little grin crept over her sweet lips. 

That mid term paper would no longer be a problem. 

A car passed by, slowing down, and one of the boys leaned out to wolf whistled at her. She smiled, she knew her skirt was way too short, and her long black boots accentuated it. She liked it. They loved it! 

The bus stop was just around the corner from her college.  As she stood there she received more wolf whistles, and suggestive calls. The students' cars were always old and easy to spot. 

As she waited a little longer, leaning against the post, a man pulled up. His car looked very new. A very sleek and shiny, black Honda Legend.

'Wouldn't the boys I know love this car?' she mused. 

He leaned out. She could now see he was an older, but still very handsome man,  somewhere around forty or so, with dark hair, a beard, and incredible golden eyes. 

His words were simply "You need a lift sweetheart?" 

She accepted, and got in. 

Looking over at him, she could see he was a fit man, no paunch there.   And what strong looking hands he had, she noted.  His was dressed rather conservatively, dark trousers and a plain shirt.  Like something her father might wear.  'The poor fellow, his clothing probably matches his life,' she thought. 'I bet he could use a little excitement', and so she let her skirt creep up a little higher, as she lounged back in the plush leather seat. 

He glanced across at her, and asked where she lived, barely taking his eyes off the road. 

She gave him her address, and leaned back further, letting her legs fall open a little. Placing her hands on her knees, she then slowly  rubbed them up the insides of her smooth thighs. ' Mmm... That sure feels good.  Better not let my fingers slide up too far though.  Are my panties damp, or I am just imagining it?'  Lots of naughty thoughts began to fill her head, as they frequently did. 

She glanced over at him -  no reaction.

'What would it be like to fuck a man old enough to be my father?'  Her pussy began to tingle at such a naughty thought, as she stifled a  giggle.

"It's so hot today isn't it?" she said, smiling as she undid the top buttons of her blouse to reveal part of her lacy bra and breasts, then turning to him and fanning herself. Still  no reaction. 

Damn it!  'What is wrong with this man', she thought, pouting and then thinking back to the boys who had driven past earlier. 'Any one of them would certainly have shown more than a little interested by now.'

Sighing, she stared out the window, but the surroundings were unfamiliar. 

"You're going the wrong way," she told him, now feeling somewhat bored. 

"No, this is the right way," he replied, "I want to show you something before I take you home."

"Show me what?" What could this man possibly have that would be of  interest to her? 
He didn't  reply.

He had been watching her for weeks now. Watching how she paraded up and down while she waited at the bus stop. He had seen how she would shake her long blond hair back over her shoulders, laughing  as she talked and teased those eager young pups. How she would suggestively lean back against the bus stop with her hands behind her back, making sure her tits pushed forward for all to see. He knew why she dressed the way she did, in those short skirts, and tight blouses.  He knew a cock lover when he saw one,  and she was one for sure! Furthermore, he intended on giving  her exactly what it was she needed.  

'A hot little bitch like this one deserves so much more to satisfy her than those young lads can offer,' he thought, with a smug grin.

They continued driving for a few minutes more, before stopping.  They were surrounded by tall trees and bushes in a very secluded spot.  Already it was beginning to get dark.

'He's brought me all the way up here to seduce me,' she thought, 'how quaint.  Well he's a good looking man, a quick grope before I go home might be kind of fun.'

"Come, you will enjoy this I am sure," he told her, smiling and looking across at her, now acutely aware of her partly open blouse, and the skirt which had crept all the way up her legs. Sure he had something to show her alright.  

'The little bitch might think she knows what a good fuck is,' he thought, ' but I just bet she hasn't got a clue, well, she's about to find out isn't she?'   His cock stiffened as he began to imagine what her sweet young body might look like without clothes. 

He got out and walked around to open her door. She was taken by surprise; she wasn't used to being treated with such old fashioned courtesy. He took her by the hand, and led her around to the front of his car. They stood there for a moment.  

'I think he's going to try to kiss me now,' she thought, with a grin. 'Should I pretend to struggle?  It might be kind of fun to push him away to begin with.  Yes, why should I give so easily?  I wonder if he tongue kisses?  Perhaps I might first just...'  Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted as he suddenly he  pushed her roughly down on her back onto the car bonnet. She gasped as she felt his whiskers brush against the side of her face and ear, and he whispered to her. 

"I've been watching you for weeks now at that bus stop you little slut, but then that's what you want, don't you? That's why you wear the clothes you do, don't you? Why you move the way you do. You teasing little bitch! You want to be looked at, don't you? You want to be wanted."  His breath was hot and heavy as he hissed, "now I want you." 

She felt his hard muscular body pressing down against hers. 

'Fuck him, he called me a slut', she thought angrily.  But then, as she felt his hard cock pressing though the fabric of his trousers, it made her nipples  tingle and her pussy begin to throb, and  she decided she could forgive him. 'So, the  old boy does know something about sex after all - oh yes!'  

She smiled and let her body relax,  as  her breathing quickened, and a cool damp sweat began to form on her body.

As he leaned over her, he grabbed the front of her blouse, ripping it wide open.  He looked down at the lacy bra holding her breasts.  There would be no time wasting  fumbling around to remove her bra for a man of his experience.  Slipping his hand underneath her back, he managed to snap open the clasp in a matter of seconds, releasing and exposing her breasts.  

The rush of cool air on her warm body and the swiftness of his actions made her gasp.  Looking up at him, she felt good as he stared down at her lovely young breasts and sweet rose coloured nipples, admiring them as if he had never seen anything so lovely before.  Licking his lips, he traced each nipple with his fingertips.

She felt his mouth  hungrily kiss her neck, before moving down to her chest. His rough whiskers gently brushing against her soft skin, and his tongue felt warm and wet as it flicked across her nipples, forcing then to attention.    He ripped at the fabric again, totally exposing the top of her body. ' Damn him!'  She thought, ' this is my best blouse! Why, it cost... fuck, the horny bastard  has a hell of a mouth!'

The contrast of his soft wet lips and rough beard was an excitement she had never experienced before.  Smooth almost baby faced college boys were what she was used to.  A man's whiskers she was discovering, could tickle and tease in the most exciting ways.

Sliding one hand up and under her skirt, he then grabbed hold of her panties, and with one swift jerk he had them down around her knees. She squirmed and let them drop further before kicking them to one side.

Leaning over her, he pushed her skirt up and over her hips to expose her  sweet down-like covered pussy.   He hesitated, as if savouring the moment, before burying his face between her open thighs. 

First he used his tongue to lap up the sweet wetness that had formed between her legs. Then  placing  his hands on the inside of her thighs, he spread her legs wider to gain  greater access.  Sliding his hands up her legs, he   parted her soft petals with two  fingers to expose her now throbbing clit, before taking it into his mouth.  He sucked for several minutes, then using his teeth, he gently pulled on her clit, releasing it only when she cried out.  All she could think was, ' fuck it, the old boy doesn't just know how to eat pussy, I swear he must have fucking well written the book on it!'

She lay there on the front of his car, moaning and writhing with pleasure. He continued to lick and tease her. Her whole body began to ache with that familiar yearning to be fucked. She thought she knew what it was to be aroused, but this man was doing things to her, arousing her like she had never know before. 

Suddenly he stopped and stood up. He began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers, but he  seemed to be taking his time.  So she reached over, fumbling about trying to help him; she just couldn't get his cock out fast enough.  Licking  her lips in anticipation, she watched as his hard and throbbing cock dropped out. Surely now he was going to ram that  hot toy of his straight into her for that final pleasure, but instead he just stood there gently stroking himself.

"This is what you want, isn't it, slut? Well if you want it so badly, why don't you beg for it?" 

She looked at him. His words shocked her. Was he kidding? Didn't he want to fuck her as badly as she wanted to be fucked? Never before had she felt such raw desire. She would have done anything he had asked at that moment just to get his big hard cock inside her, and so she did. She begged. 

"Yes fuck me, fuck me now!" she pleaded in frustration, franticly rubbing her wet and swollen clit between her fingers. 

He smiled down at her, he knew who was in control now,  and so he continued to stroke himself, "You didn't say please." 

"Fuck me!  Fuck me please!" she pleaded. 

Leaning over her again, he pressed his hard cock against her wet and swollen cunt, and with one quick thrust he rammed it deep inside her.  She cried out, partly in shock at the suddenness of his action, but mainly from pure hot pleasure.   Filling her with his throbbing hard cock, he fucked her slow and easy to begin with, but she wanted more.  As she clawed at his back trying to force him to fuck her faster, she screamed,  "Fuck me, fuck me harde, you horny bastard!"

Her words sent him into a frenzy of uncontrolled lust.  Fuck her, oh yes he would fuck her alright!  He would show her what a really hot fuck was all about!

As  he  increased his thrusts, his balls slapped heavily against her wet pussy.  She began to feel her own wetness dripping down her ass, making the car wet and slippery to lie on.   His stamina amazed her, as  he panted and grunted,  fucking her harder and faster,  slowing down only when she had climaxed not once, but twice within a few minutes. 

He fucked her like she had never been fucked before.

As they drove back she lay there in the seat beside him, spent and exhausted.   She knew that after this night she would never be the same again. She was finished with the boys. This man had changed her forever. 

This man had made her a woman! 

If you enjoyed reading my story, please take time to vote.  I love getting feedback too.  Feedback is the only way amateur authors like me have of knowing what we are doing right or wrong.  

Thank you, 
Alex (f).

The Ride



After I've ridden your saddle, you tell me that you think I'm ready to be ridden for real.

You remove me from the saddle and place a medium size plug in me, which is held securely in place by the harness that I have on. It's a leather jock type that allows my cock to be strapped to my stomach by two leather buckles. My hands are bound behind me to the strap as well.

You wear a black full-length leather coat as you lead me, naked, by my bit to the stables. The coolness of the evening makes my nipples burn even harder from the clamps you've placed on them.

You lead me into a special stall at the end of the barn. You remove your coat to reveal your naked body. Your hair is pulled up with a leather choker, and matching bracelets on each wrist. You have a silver chain that is attached to each nipple ring, which then runs down to your clit hood ring. You are taller than me due to your 5" strapped heels. In your hand is a riding crop.

You look me up and down and see that I am shaking from the excitement and anticipation of what is going to take place. You give my ass several hard blows with the crop; all I can do is bite down on the bit. You turn me around and see the pre-cum oozing out of my cock; you rub the crop on it and then rub in on my lips. You smile and tell me to get down on my knees. You remove the bit from my mouth and tell me that you have a friend that I need to meet. You return a few minutes later leading a small black stallion.

As you tether him to a rail, he must know what this place is because his cock slides out from its sheath. You walk around and lean over, gently stroking his now growing cock. It looks almost like a tube with the exception of a small head. As you stroke, it continues to grow in length to about 14." While not too thick, it is still about 3" in girth.

You tell me to come to you and I do, on my knees. You slide your hand down the shaft to the tip, and squeeze it. I am shocked by the amount of pre-cum that oozes out. You let it fall into your hand and then you bring it up to your lips. You then tilt your head back and with one swallow, it's gone. You lick your lips and say how good it tastes.

Then with your hand you place it on the back of my head and force me down to your other hand holding his head. You say, "Open your mouth." I do, as you guide the massive member into my mouth. It is both hot and soft as I take as much as I can. The stallion shifts a bit, and I can feel him get harder. You then force my head back and forth with your other hand on him. Each time you force me to take a little more, telling me what a good job I'm doing. As I relax my throat I can get about 5 or 6 inches down. After a few minutes you tell me to service his entire shaft. I do as I'm told, licking up and down the black shaft on all sides.

You then tell me to stop and stand up. I do and you free my hands and place my bit back in my mouth. You then remove a cover from a wooden piece of equipment that has gears for raising and lowering and a platform over the top, along with straps and cuffs.

You guide me to it and tell me to kneel under the platform. I do so and you then cuff my legs so that they expose and open me. My hands are placed in cuffs so that my arms are stretched out. The platform on top is to protect me and covers me down to my lower back.

You grab the reins of the stallion, and from his sounds, he knows what is going to happen, so you spend a few minutes calming him down. The anticipation of this drives me crazy. You then give him the command of, "Up!" He places his front legs on the platform over me. He is excited and I can feel his cock slap up against my thighs and ass.

Again you settle him down. You tell me that I won't be needing it for a few minutes, so you remove my plug.

I feel a large amount of lube being applied to my ass as you talk to the stallion and say to him, "Here let me lube you up too baby." Then you rotate the crank on the machine to raise me up. You say, "There now, that should be the right height for you."

You slap me hard on the ass and say, "Present!" I have been trained well, so I arch my back and stick my ass out. You say, "That's better." I then feel the soft, hot head press up against my greased asshole. You slap me again and say, "Open!" Again I do as I'm told and slowly my hole opens. You slowly guide him into me. He is huge and I am short of breath as you inch him into me. Once he is past my ring you slap me on the ass hard and say, "Take him, take all of him!" I relax as the initial pain leads to pleasure. I know this pleases you to see my like this, so I bite on my bit and push my ass up higher.

You respond with "Good boy" and for a minute I don't know if you are talking to him or me. After what seems like an eternity you tell me, "Very good, you have him all the way inside you." It feels like my guts have been mashed inside of me as you tell him to be still. I then hear the sound and see the flash of the digital camera as you begin to take pictures. You tell me, "These will look good on the website."

You then start to ease the stallion in and out of me. He lets you do this for a few minutes, till he gets a rhythm. Then he starts on his own. The feeling is unlike any before, like my insides are in a churn. You coach him on saying, "That's it baby, give it to him, give it all to him!" His naying is getting louder and I can feel him getting harder inside of me.

You then ask me, "Are you ready? Are you ready for this pony boy?" I nod up and down, yes, but not really sure.

Then it happens, he explodes in my ass. The feeling is like a hot enema! Spasm after spasm as he shoots his sperm deep into my bowels. I bite down on the bit and attempt to catch my breath. It feels like he has shot a gallon into me.

After he has finished he instinctively pushes away and pulls out of me with a pop. Before I can even recover you place the plug back in my quivering ass. As you release me from the mount you can see underneath me a small puddle. You turn me around and see that I have cum on my harness. What is amazing is that I didn't even realize I had done it!

You tether the stallion and then tell me to get on my knees and "Clean it up." You secure my hands behind my back as I get on my knees and lap my cum off the concrete floor. You tell me to be done by the time you get back and then you lead the stallion out of the stall.

When you come back you sit on the wooden stud box. You say to me, "Come here pony boy." I crawl over to your exposed sex. You look down and say, "My, my you look so good getting fucked, and just thinking of you with all that hot cum in your ass has made your mistress very horny. In fact I'll forgive you for messing yourself if you make me cum." I begin to lick and kiss your pussy, gently pulling on your chained ring. You force my head into your sex, and I start to tongue fuck you and you grab the back of my head. Then you stop me and say, "Put your tongue on my hole and open your mouth!" I do, and a second later you let out a howl and looking down at me through clenched teeth, you say, "Drink me!" Your pussy spasms and a flood of your cum shoots into my mouth and all over my face. You do this several times and the sticky fluid shoots and sprays on me.

Once you regain your composure, you put your coat back on, grab my lead and we head back to the house. As we walk you say, "Let's go in and see how much cum my pony boy has in that ass." I know that my evening is not over yet.



The Ride



Saturday morning came a bit earlier than I expected. You see, I was out with my lady friend and had an incredible evening of uninhibited, pure un-adulterated, lustful sex.

I rolled over and caressed her gorgeous breast as she slowly woke to the bright rays of sunshine gleaming into the master suite. “Morning beautiful,” I said.

“Morning to yourself lover,” she sighed.

“Feel like a ride today?” I queried.

“Only if I get to ride you big boy,” she cooed.

We got up and showered, taking our time to ensure we were both properly cleansed, paying particular attention to each other, and caressing and exploring our every crevice.

After drying off, I dressed in my standard everyday wear of comfortable and well worn Levi 501s and a T-shirt. I put on my riding gear of leather chaps – open crotch and ass end - and vest and went to prep the bike. 

Sarah came out a few minutes later dressed in jeans, chaps, leather vest, no shirt and, obviously, no bra. I knew I was in for a ride today.

We headed out on the country roads enjoying the wind and sunshine. I usually just head out and tour the back roads through the farming country and occasionally stop as we feel. Today was no different.

With Sarah’s arms firmly wrapped around me, we settle into a rhythm with the road weaving through the country -- melding together as one. About 20 minutes into the ride, I realized her hands had traveled down my waist just below my belt. Knowing the randy mood she was in by daringly riding with just her vest on, I knew the fun was to begin.

A few minutes later, Sarah removed her hands and leaned back against the lumbar support. I didn’t think much of it as she often does this to stretch her lower back. We were on a open stretch of road and offered plenty on room for adjustment.

After returning her hands around my waist, every so often Sarah would adjust her grip, only to lower them further down to the depth of my groin all the while, caressing my aching member. Being fashionably worn, yet extremely comfortable, she and I both knew the buttons wouldn’t hold up long.

I felt her fingers begin to trail up and down my hardening shaft with a slight circular motion, nothing too obvious by the random passer by, but definitely enough for me to know. Every once in a while, she’d stop and slide her finger between the buttons to “check my pulse” as she calls it. Then she’d continued with the slow teasing. We left the curves behind for a rather long stretch of road and that’s when the heat was turned up. Slowly, she released each button, starting at the top and untangling each one and releasing the tightness cause by the digital manipulation resulting in the every growing, throbbing beast. Deftly, she reached into my jeans and found to her amazement, I left had forgotten my boxers on the dresser.

She pulled my engorged member out and softly squeezed the base, lightened the grip and gave several slow strokes. This resulted in a slow milking as she ran her fingers over the entire length. I consider myself fairly average in all aspects – size, width, texture and color. My pulse was hitting an all time high at this point as robust drop of pre-cum seeped from the tip. She skillfully collected the liquid gold on her finger tip and brought her finger to her mouth, savoring every bit of it. “Better than last night lover,” she says. “How’s the air up there?”

I was in total shock at this point. Sarah had never been so bold and public before, let alone so sexual, I was actually speechless at that moment. I quickly regained my thought process and said that we better find some place to park it.

“You park and I quit,” she sternly said. “I want you to cum in my hand with the wind in your hair.”

Not being one to disappoint her, I had no choice but to stick to the road, pray we didn’t wreck and enjoy the ride.

She opened my jeans the rest of the way and had me lift slightly so she could pull my pants down some more. This was made more difficult with my chaps, but she managed, and then pulled my sack out for some fresh air as she began her manipulation again. She wrapped her right hand around my shaft and as she massaged my balls with the left. At this rate, I knew I wouldn’t last long.

She created a rhythm matching that of the vibrations from the road. Just as I was about to climax, she’d stop and let me cool down.

As the torment continued, more pre-cum eagerly coated the shaft and provided the necessary lubrication for the absolutely wonderful hand job I was receiving. Her sense of timing was impeccable. Just as I was about to blast off, again, she’d grip the based until the urge subsided.

After about ten minutes of this, she said “Cum lover, I want to drink you.” And with that, she slowly stroked with her left hand and caught her reward in her right. I had no choice but to slow down at this point in order to maintain some control of the bike. She gently milked me, but ensured not to drain me completely. She wanted more for later.

She brought her hand up to her mouth and licked it dry. She then gave me a few more gentle squeezes to get the last bit that had snuck out. She then said, “We need to find someplace to park.” Re-acquainting myself with where we were, I remembered a small and secluded park by the river up ahead. I put my bike in gear and got there in record time – ignoring my semi-hard cock waving proudly in the wind.

As I parked the bike, she got off and grabbed the bedroll I keep strapped to the handlebars. It was then that I realized she had removed her vest. It must have been when she was stretching, or so I thought. “How long have you been missing your vest? Maybe we should go look for it,” I quipped.

“Lover, I haven’t had it on since we left town.”

“You mean you were topless in all of the towns we just went through?” I said.

She looked at me with a purely sexual gleam and said, “What does that do for you?”

“Come and feel for yourself,” as I displayed my well pronounce bulge in my jeans.

“No way lover, it’s my turn for the pleasure.” 

I took her by the hand and led her to a grassy spot near the river bank. Turning her facing the sun, I tied my skull cap over her eyes. I lightly traced my fingers over her breast, gently tweaking the left, then the right nipple. I took the nylon rope that holds my bedroll on the handlebars and tied a slip knot and placed it on her right wrist. Reaching above her, I tossed the line over a tree bench and tied the other wrist.

Now she was securely mine with a blind fold on, I finished undressing her. Removing first her boots, then her jeans and leaving her cotton thong in place for now. 

I removed my chaps, dropped my jeans and removed the vest and T-shirt. Naked as a I was born, I then went to my saddle bags and brought out my lunch; edible body paints, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and fresh strawberries. I also had the foresight to pack a couple of her toys, but didn’t think I would need them, but better to err on the side of caution.

I quietly returned and whispered in her ear that I wouldn’t stop until she collapsed from total exhaustion, then I nibble her earlobe. Sarah is extremely ticklish and enjoys the fine art of sexual tickling, but is not into to the hardcore fetish stuff. I decided to trail my hands down her ribcage and with a little tickling to start her off. She gets pretty wet as long it is loving tickles.

Removing the body paints, I took a paint brush, and began to trace the highlights and curves of her body. I used the tropical fruit flavor on her areolas with the pina colada for the curves. I drew slow circles across the mid drift and made a trail to the “V” following the natural arch of her hips with the berry flavored. Using the brush as gently as I could to induce yet more tickling, I completed my work of art with a generous dab of apple right on the tip of her clit. There was enough, that I would really have to work at getting it off, but not send her over the edge. I saw that she was gushing as her juices ran down the inside of her thigh and could cum at the flick of her clit. I reached down, scooped up her juices on my finger, traced it across her lips and fed my finger to her waiting mouth as she sucked hard. I then licked the rest off her lips and kissed her deeply, our tongues darting back and forth in a battle of supremacy.

I then told her I was going to have Her for lunch, took a strawberry, bit the tip off and rubbed each of her nipples with the pulpy fruit. I then took the strawberry and rubbed her clit with it shot her to the moon. I combined her juices with the strawberry and, after ensuring the fruit was well used, I then offered it to her. She started to hesitate, but I swiftly slide two fingers into to wanting pussy and she exploded in another knee buckling orgasm. I quickly put the strawberry in her mouth as I caught her off guard.

I kissed her, tasting her juices mixed with the strawberry. I reached down, retrieved the whipped cream and liberally coated each of her breast. I held the chocolate syrup over her head dribbled it over her body. As it trickled down across her breast and stomach, I relished in the fact that I was to feast on her. I would lick every inch of her body to ensure all of the syrup is consumed.

I left her there and returned to the bike to retrieve my secret weapon, a batch of large seedless grapes. I plucked a couple off and fed them to her wanted mouth. I plucked a couple more and slowly inserted them in to her molten pussy. She began to protest, only to be silenced with his tongue. “Don’t worry, your going to love me playing hide and seek with these,” I whispered.

Feeling satisfied with the presentation, I began eating my lunch. I decided the top down method would be best, but like a kid, I had to taste the end result and sucked on her clit for a few seconds. This brought close to another climax, but I quit just as she began cresting.

Out of the corner of my eye, something drew my attention. Looking in the general direction, I saw a young lady trying to hide behind a tree. Not wanting to scare her off, I pretended not to notice her.

I then dove into her breast like there was no tomorrow. My tongue lashing was only beginning as she stood there at took everything I had to offer. I occasionally slipped a finger into her and probed for a grape. I love grapes because the get slippery and are difficult to get a grip on -- much more enjoyable to for the recipient of the body search.

I licked, sucked and devoured every inch of her, working my way down the garden spot I was seeking. Just a wisped of hair in a neat heart shaped patch welcomed me as I reached my destination. With everything running down hill, I was greeted with an exotic blend of fruit, chocolate, and whipped cream all blended with the juice which flowed freely from her. I looked down and saw that a grape actually peeking out from the folds. Using my tongue, I carefully scooped it out and intentionally grazed her clit. This sent a shock wave through her as she shuttered to knee buckling, climax. Her juices flowed like a river as she reeled in multiple waves and I continued the onslaught on her clit.

As she regained her strength, I decided it was time to release her, but instructed her to keep the blindfold on. She complied as I laid her on the blanket.

I stroked Sarah across the stomach and slipped two, then three fingers into her, searching for the other two grapes. Realizing I needed help, I motioned for our voyeur to join us. I held my finger to my mouth hinting silence. She, slowly at first, then more eagerly approached.

Not wanting to startle Sarah, I moved away as our girl took over for me. She appeared to be very adept at this because within seconds, she had found and eaten both grapes and brought Sarah off again.

She gave Sarah the tongue lashing of a life time resulting in her having several explosive orgasms in a row that left her drained. 

Having never seen Sarah so completely satisfied, I was impressed with this girl’s talents. I reached up and removed the blindfold. When my lady’s eyes adjusted to the sun, the first thing she saw was our visitor’s neatly trimmed blonde pussy directly in front of her face. Without thinking, she dove right in like a natural. Knowing Sarah was bi-curious and not having done this experience before, I wasn’t too sure how she would react. What a trooper.

I was in heaven, Sarah was in a full fledged 69 with another woman and both seemed to be trying to make the other cum first. The visitor exploded first since she hadn’t yet, but Sarah was right behind her and another earth shattering climax.

I couldn’t take much more of this, so I lined up at Sarah’s sweet pussy and buried my rock hard cock right to the hilt. Off to the races she went and exploded again.

I drove hard and fast, knowing I wouldn’t last long, but longer than I would if not for the earlier hand job. Just as I was about to release, Sarah said she wanted to share it with her new friend. I pulled out just before, and shot all over their face and tits. They turned to each other and licked each other clean, then turned back to my still hard manhood and lick it clean.

For the first time in my life, I didn’t loose my erection. Instead I remained rock hard and ready for another go. I felt like a teenager on his first experience.

Sarah rolled over on her hands and knees and offered herself to me again. As I have done a million times before, I lined up and sank into her tight, juicy pussy without any assistance. As I was piston in to her, I realized a new sensation. It was the new girl licking me and lapping at Sarah’s clit as my cock slid in and out, secreting more juices as we went. She leaned up and licked my sack, gently tugging on it and massaging it. She took one, then the other ball and sucked on it with true talent. All the while rubbing my ass and just pleasuring herself at my expense (damn my luck).

I felt another climax boiling up and announced the impending doom. Sarah told me to fill her up, and I obliged her. Emptying deep in her, I came for the third time that day, and in less than an hour.

I collapsed as I pulled out of her. I then saw the new girl lean up and suck hard on Sarah’s pussy, sending her over the edge for one the final time. Sarah then finger fucked the girl to another mind blowing orgasm just before collapsing next to me.

I woke a short time later, our friend was gone and the breeze was picking up. I woke my lady and proceeded to get take a dip in the cool river, dressed and head home.

That was last weekend, and it’s Friday afternoon. Sarah just called and said she wanted to do an overnight ride, I wonder what we’ll experience this weekend. Until then, support your city and county parks.



The Ride



They were rudely interrupted when they were together last time. She laying before him naked and waiting for him about to undress when they heard someone else in the house…

She quickly grabbed her robe, he zipping up his pants. She kisses him quickly on her way by and he watches sadly as she closes her robe over her beautiful curves. He enters the bathroom she goes to the other room and quickly composes herself.

She goes to see who has come in. It is her out of town guest returning early from her morning jog. Her friend is out of breath and sitting and stretching on the stairs. They chat as he comes out of the bathroom both hoping that their flushed faces and the scent of desire is not very apparent. 

They need not have worried her friend had not noticed but seemed suspicious anyway. She introduced him and they all chatted as he gathered up his coat and things to leave. She followed him through the kitchen and paused with him while he picked up his things. 

He could see her breathing heavy and the top of her breasts as her robe opened slightly. She mouthed the words “call me” and smiled. 

He looked past her and her friend was upstairs. He quickly pulled her to him by reaching his hand into her robe and pulling on her nipple. She sighed deeply as her eyes widened. They kissed but broke it off quickly as they heard her guest coming down the stairs. 

He said, “I think I got it, my eye is tearing now.” As he pulled back and moved to the back door. 

She catching on and playing along said I hope it will be okay and walked with him to the door once again smiling a sexy smile and saying, “Call me……”

She went back inside and was confronted by her guest asking, “ What was that?” She answered “What?” Her guest said, “What was he doing?” She said,” Oh he had something in his eye and I looked to help him get it out. Her guest satisfied, dropped it. She was still nervous and still very hot and horny.

In a few hours she had not heard from him so she made an excuse to go out alone briefly and called him. 

He answered and was instantly excited, as was she. He told her had hoped he had not gone to far and hopefully everything was okay at home. 

She assured him everything was fine and told how she was “blown -away” by their brief but exciting encounter. 

He told her he too was deeply moved and excited. 

They agreed that whatever happened it would remain their private special thing. They both talked nervously he asking her how she felt right at this moment, she telling him she was still excited and wet. 

She told him she was open to anything he wanted to try with her, which caused him to loose his breath. They agreed to talk again soon and in the meantime think about how they could meet face to face.

The next day was cold and passed without any contact, then on the following day he called her and they agreed to meet briefly at his place as she still had company. 

On the appointed day and time he ended up with last minute unexpected company, and had to call her and change the plan at the last minute. They were both disappointed. 

They had little time and desperately wanted each other. He had an idea. He asked her to meet him at a large retail parking lot in the area. From there they would take a ride together. 

She excitedly agreed to be there in 15 minutes. She had though of little else but him in the last few days and he the same. Both, wondering about the other.

When he got there she was already there and waiting. She had a large sedan so he got in the passenger side and they looked at each other for a moment and again that electricity and excitement ran through both of them. 

She leaned to him and they kissed long and deep. As they backed away they both let out deep breaths. 

She said “Now what? Where to?” 

He said, “Drive out the back exit and down the road a little ways.” She dropped the car in gear and pulled out. As she did he moved a little closer and looked at her she was beautiful dressing in black leather pants, boots, and a black lace top. He lifted his hand to stroke her hair and neck and as she drove he let his hand wander down to her ample breasts and nipples. 

She moaned her approval and said with a smile“ Careful you don’t want me to crash do you?” 

He said, “No.” as he unbuttoned her blouse and told her to turn onto another street. 

He now leaned over and kissed and licked her neck and ear. She shuddered. They now came to a stoplight and she quickly turned and reached for him to draw him into a longer passionate kiss. 

They sensed motion around them, the light changed and he told her to turn again. She did. He liked that she was so excited like him yet was totally giving in to his directions even now. 

She now asked, “Where are we headed?”

He said “Just ahead on the right there’s a park with a big long parking lot and it should be empty this time of day except for a few stragglers or couples like us…” 

She smiled at him as she turned-in, the lot was very long and almost empty, to her delight. 

She hadn’t been this excited about being with someone in a car since high school and now here she was in the middle of the day, completely turned on with someone she desperately wanted and who wanted her.

He too was beside himself with excitement. His heart was racing. He couldn’t believe his luck she was beautiful and she was hot and they were about to be alone together in broad daylight in an almost empty parking lot.

She pulled into a spot almost at the end and put the car in park. She moved her seat back slightly, then took off her coat and turned to him. They embraced and kissed deeply again. Their tongues dancing against each others, his hands traveling all over her body setting it on fire with tingles. 

He moved his hand to her now open blouse and under her black camisole and found her aching beautiful full breasts with her nipples already rock hard. 

As he squeezed and pulled them she moaned into his mouth as they continued their long oral exploration.

He quickly moved his right hand down to the fastener and zipper of her black leather pants. He undid them both and she lifted and shifted her hips so he could push them aside, to his pleasure and surprise she had no panties on, and gave him full access to her waiting and soaked pussy. She was open for him, hot, wet and almost screamed as he entered her with his hand. He pumped his fingers in and out while he worked his thumb up to and around her hardened clit. 

He asked “ Was she always this wet?” 

She said, “Yes, but you seem to have really got me going” 

She sought out and found his mouth again as he continued his ravaging of her sex. In no time at all she was stretching her legs and spreading as he fingered her with one hand and squeezed here nipples with the other as he continued to kiss her passionately. 

She was really hot now she was on the edge and he knew it. He toyed with her, played with her keeping her just at the edge.

And then he had gone to far, she broke their kiss to say in a low breathless voice, “ I’m gonna cum, yesss……ohhhhhhhh”.

And with that she exploded in a phenomenal orgasm. It shook her to her core. She sought out and found his mouth again for his tongue. She pushed against his hand as if it was his cock for minutes. The she again broke their kiss and started to breath again and almost whimper. 

He knew she had had enough for the moment and slowly withdrew his hand but stroked her thighs and occasionally her now totally soaked pussy and ass. 

As she caught her breath, she reached over with a free hand and started to grab at his cock through his pants. He saw what she was doing and quickly helped her by unzipping them and pulling them down to give her better access. She instantly bent over and went down on him. She licked the head, sucked him all the way in and then back up. 

His cock was in heaven. Her mouth was soft, hot, wet. She didn’t just suck his cock she worshiped it. 

She licked his balls while she squeezed and stroked his cock telling him, “How thick it was and how much she liked it and it was a turn on for her to suck his cock, how much she loved the taste”. 

He wasn’t even fully erect due to the nervousness of the moment, but still hard enough. She sucked and licked for a while longer as he again found her wet pussy, this time with his other hand. He took one of his wet fingers and slipped into her ass. This made her groan with pleasure with a mouthful of cock. She rose up and kissed him fully and deeply. They could taste the taste of sex on each other. 

She asked “ Do you like the way I suck your cock? Do you want to come in my mouth?” 

He asked, pushing another finger in her ass, “Do you like this?” 

She replied, “I’d love to have you there, but we will need to wait until we have more space and time.” 

Now it was his turn to groan softly. She smiled and kissed him again. She pulled back from him now, He wondered why? 

He didn’t wait long for his answer. Without taking her eyes off him she reached down and pushed one leg of her pants and one boot all the way off. 

She moved the armrest out of the way and said as she climbed over to straddle his erect cock, “ I want you inside me now. I want to feel you, I want to feel you cum deep in me.” 

He tried to respond but couldn’t he simply nodded and once again kissed her deeply as she reached down between them and positioned his thick hard cock between her pussy lips. 

Once she had it where it needed to be, she sat down hard on it facing him and they both moaned as they kissed and looked into each other’s eyes. 

She broke their kiss and asked, “ Do you like that, does it feel good?” 

To which he could only reply, “Oh yeah.” 

He started to buck his hips up to meet her as she slammed herself back down on to him repeatedly Her eyes widening each time. By now they were oblivious to all but each other. He had both hands on her ass, holding her to him using his grip to guide her up and down on his cock. 

She held herself up with her hands on the seat back behind him. 

He could feel her wetness running all over his cock and down his balls which were about to burst with a huge load of cum which would make a very wet situation much wetter. 

She whispered to him, “Feel good baby?…cum for me, give it to me, I want it.” 

As she spoke she pulled what was left of her top away and fed him her nipples, which he took eagerly. As he licked and sucked them she moaned again giving her approval as she slide down on his cock. 

On the next stroke he could feel it about to explode and told her. “I’m gonna cum right now…” he uttered. And with that he exploded inside her time after time his cock jerking and exploding, depositing his full load deep in her soaked pussy. 

She collapsed into his arms and they held each other breathing deeply and heavily. 

After a few minutes she climbed back over to the driver’s seat and shook her head and said, “ Wow..” 

He said the same. She kissed him again and reached down and pulled her pants back on. These were going to be a mess as she was full of his cum and covered in hers, but she didn’t care she felt incredible. She was tingling all over and felt warm and wanted for the first time in a long time.

He pulled up his pants at the same time and when they were re-dressed they kissed and laughed nervously at what had just happened. 

They both knew this was just the very beginning of many, many intimate episodes between them. They shared a connection like either had known before, a caring, gentle but passionate electrical, pheromone scent match, sexual attraction that would not be ignored and never easily satisfied. 

She adjusted the seat and checked the mirrors and then backed out and headed back to his car. He again stroked her and leaned in once to kiss her neck as she drove. He also caressed her breast one more time, so full, so very nice. 

They got to his car and they kissed once deeply and then separated not wanting to draw attention. He told her he would call and they smiled at each other knowing even though they just left each other that they were both already yearning for the next time.


He called her later that same afternoon. 

She was as thrilled to hear from him as thrilled, he thought, as he was to hear her voice. 

She told him how great their “ride” was and she was still able to taste and smell him on her and it kept her turned on. 

He thought his knees would buckle when he heard this, instead he felt his cock spring to life again. He told her about this new development and she laughed and smiled. 

He was right, she told him her pants were a mess when she got home, they were covered in come. She didn’t mind it actually turned her on. 

They agreed they needed more space and time for their next meeting and agreed to work on it to make it happen very, very soon. 



The Ride



You pull my face to your bare chest, and I ravenously begin to suck at your nipples, fascinating myself with your fabulous breasts. You let slip a quiet moan of pleasure as I squeeze, lick, and tease your tits. A free hand grabs your ass firmly, feeling the curves of your body through the thin materiel of your skirt before slapping your cheek hard.

I sit on the couch, my lips kissing your chest, licking at your nipples. You half kneel, your knee between my legs, your other foot on the ground, leaving your breasts before my mouth. You finish undoing the fastening of my pants and your hand darts inside, pulling aside pants and shorts to reveal my hard cock. You stroke it gently with your soft hand as you run the fingers of your other hand through my hair, holding me close to you.

Reaching behind you, I slide down the zipper fastening of your skirt and pull it down. You’re not wearing panties. My fingers find your swollen pussy lips, feel the moisture there, and slip slowly inside you even as you shift to allow me easier access. Then, pulling away from me, you let your skirt slide to the floor and pull me to a standing position. Sitting down, looking oh so sexy in nothing but a pair of high heels, you pull me to you, again taking my cock in your hand. You stroke it as you lean forward, kissing the tip, then licking slowly along my length. You kiss the tip again and you lips part as you take me into your mouth…

I moan in pleasure as your lips envelop my cock. I feel your tongue gliding along my shaft as you slowly take my whole length into you. You move slowly, teasing, drawing out the pleasure, before increasing your pace. Reaching down and around, my hand finds your breast, cupping it, feeling the softness of your skin before tickling your hard nipple. You handle my cock with such skill that I feel my orgasm approaching all too rapidly.

Urging you to stop, my cock ramrod straight like a sideways fencepole, I drop to my knees and spread your legs. The look on your face, one of almost disappointment as I end your blowjob, turns suddenly to anticipation as I kiss your knee, then down your inner thigh. I kiss your moist lips, letting the sweet scent of your hot pussy fill my nostrils. And then I begin to lick. It starts with a long, oh so slow lick from the lower end of your slit to the top, ending with a gentle flick around your clit. Without warning I lightly suck your clit into my mouth, letting my tongue roll around it, teasing it, before I let it slide back out. Burying my face in your hot pussy, I lick deep inside you, fucking you with my tongue.

You moan in pleasure and lust as I lick you, your body almost writhing in ecstasy. You place a hand on the back of my head, pulling my tongue even closer to your hot slit. As I pleasure you, my hands run along your body, exploring you, feeling every curve, every angle. I feel the soft skin of your thighs, the sweet round perfection of your tits. And every motion is accompanied by an act of my tongue, driving you wild. My raging hard on is begging to be let inside you, but still I lick, slow circles around your clit now, then faster, flicking it lightly, sucking it in and out of my mouth, then sliding back down, tasting you inside.

You cum suddenly and almost violently, your muscles contracting hard, your back arching. Your cries of ecstasy fill my ears as I feel the effect of my pleasure upon your body. As your orgasm fades, I stroke my cock lightly, anticipating what comes next. I shift to allow my cock access to your wet lips, slide the head along your slit. You moan as my penis touches your pussy. “Fuck me!” you beg. But I’m determined to tease you, to make you even hotter.

You never give me the chance. You roughly pull me to my feet, spin me around, and shove me back onto the couch. Your heels clack against the floor as you rise, and without hesitation, straddle me. You take my hard shaft in your hand, guide it to the lips of your pussy, and plunge yourself down onto my cock as we both cry out in surprise and unparalleled pleasure…

I hold you by the hips, watching your beautiful breasts bounce slightly as you move up and down on my pole, riding me. I moan loadly, you moan in response, our bodies locked in a lustful embrace. You rise up, nearly letting me slide out of you, before plunging back down hard and fast. I quickly match your rhythm, my hips rising to meet yours with each stroke. I kiss your breasts as you wrap and arm around my neck, pulling me to you, using me for leverage. Our cries become indecipherable as your pace quickens still more, your body driving you towards yet another orgasm. Our bodies slap together rhythmically as we fuck. You turn your face down to mine, kissing me, taking me into a passionate embrace. Our tongues dance in each other’s mouths as my arms wrap around you, pulling you close to me. I feel your chest pressing to mine and you cum for the second time. You impale yourself on me, driving me deep, holding me there. But I shift, letting my hips do the work, I drive into you, keeping our pace even as your orgasm tears through you body, your eyes closed in pleasurable pain, biting your lip to stifle the cries.

As you come back to earth in the wake of your orgasm, I push you up and off my cock, almost throwing you down onto the couch. Moving swiftly, I let leg fall into to the floor but I prop the other up over my shoulder, spreading your legs again. I crouch slightly, letting my cock hone in on your wet lips, pushing inside you with ease. You reach behind yourself to grab the back of the couch, holding on tight as I pump into your pussy with a lust fueled violence. Your gentle moans become cries of “Yes! Fuck me, fuck me!”. Your cries turn to shouts. I lick a finger on my free hand, move it between your legs, finding your clit. I begin to run circles around it gently, then harder, faster. 

You shout with passion as you cum again, this time your body shaking, your muscles quivering, your pussy like a vice on my cock. My own orgasm washes over me and I almost lose my balance, my body unstable as pleasure pours through me. My cock pulses, throbs, and my hot juice fills your slit.

I continue to stroke until my cock becomes soft. Then, regaining my balance, I stand, my cock growing limp before you, coated in your juice and mine. You take a moment to recover and I close my eyes to relish the pleasure and passion we shared. I’m surprised as I feel your hands on my body again, then your lips on my cock. Looking down, I see you take me into your mouth again, cleaning me off. And finally, you look up at me mischievously, your hand gently stroking my soft penis. You turn slightly and make to lay down on the couch. Led by my cock, I lay atop you, slipping into your arms, meeting your lips for a passionate kiss. Pressed against your nakedness, passion stirs again. And in your hand, my cock begins to grow hard…



The Ride



My husband has a really nice Harley. I love to ride with him so much. We rarely get the chance though because of the kids, work and being so tired.

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, not a cloud in the sky. The kids were at their dad's house and my husband didn't have to work. He asked me since we had the time if I would like to take a long ride with him, naturally I said yes.

As soon as I got on the bike and he started it the vibration from it got me so excited I was ready to start squirming. We drove down a dirt road, not one other person was around. My hubby had to take a leak so we stopped.

We had a blanket with us and I spread it out on the ground. When he was done he came and sat by me. I was so ready to make love already I was trying to think of ways to seduce him. I asked him if he would rub my legs they were kind of cramped from riding. He slid my boot off and started rubbing at the bottom of my leg. I asked him to rub higher. He looked at me funny but he obliged me and did it. 

I started unbuttoning my shirt just a little. He looked up and saw what I was doing. He got the hint that I wanted to fuck right there. I saw the twinkle in his brown eyes as he started rubbing my legs just a bit higher. I got wet thinking about him touching my clit. Just when I thought he wasn't going to he brushed it softly as he rubbed a little higher. I felt myself take a quick breath and then I felt him unsnapping my shorts. 

Finally I glanced down to see he was pushing through his jeans. I knew then he was as excited as I was. He slid my shorts down and easily slipped them off. I unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and it slid open revealing my 36 d breasts and rock hard nipples. He leaned down a gently bit my left nipple while his hand was pinching my right one. I was already moaning and humping his leg begging him to take his pants off. He just smiled and kept on biting and pinching, harder now. He continued this assault on my breasts till I thought I would scream from the agony of needing him to screw me.

Without one word he undid his pants and slid them off never taking his eyes off me. I tried to reach out to touch him and he roughly said "NO." I laid back and wondered why he wouldn't let me. He lifted my legs to his shoulders, and positioned himself at the right spot and with one long drive he pounded into me. I screamed from the sweet pain it caused and clawed at the ground He had my knees pinned and had me so spread he that he could easily enter but he was so rough that he was lifting my ass off the ground with each time his hard dick pounded my pussy. He was increasing his speed and force that I was so close to cumming. He knew it was close to exploding so he stopped. I felt him pull out me. I cried no please and he just grinned at me. In one swift movement he flipped me over to have me on all fours. He pushed my legs apart with his knees. I felt him grab my hair and yank it as he entered me from behind just as forceful as before. I cried out from it. The pain making me even wilder, I started bucking him. Crying out to him "FUCK ME!" Begging him to rip my cunt into. I felt him tense up as he said ok bitch you want it rough? I said "Yes I want it rough, make it hurt."

Without another word he frantically started gyrating his hips as he fucked me so hard my whole body shook. I could feel my body getting ready to climax, I screamed at him to let me cum. He pounded and pounded and I felt the rockets of the best orgasm I had ever had in my life start. He continued his assault and I felt him tense and knew he was ready to blow his load too. Stream after hot stream of his cum squirting into my pussy, the wetness from his load and my orgasm making a sucking noise as he continued fucking me. We collapsed onto the ground finally spent, energy drained. 

He looked at me when we finally got up and got dressed and said " I think we need to take a lot more rides like this one, don't you?" Smiling like the cat that swallowed the canary, I innocently looked at him and said, "Next time you ride bitch." With a final glance back we were back on the road to head home for some more fun, but that's another story.



The Ride



It was unseasonably warm for February as I walked out of the door of my office building after what seemed like a very long day. It was just after five and the parking lot was already empty. I climbed into my Hyundai and headed for home. Today was Valentine's day and I was ready to celebrate it with my wife, Sara. We had been married for almost a year now and this would be our first Valentines day as husband and wife. 

I spent most of the ride home daydreaming about tonight and trying to figure out what the surprise Sara said she had planned for me was. She had told me that she had made all the arrangements for tonight, all I had to do was be there. I did not think she could have anything to wild planned as she was very shy. Even after the time she and I have been married she still would not walk around the house naked, she still wears pajamas to sleep in. 

I pulled up the driveway of our small two bedroom house and parked the car in front of the garage, since Sara had told me that she wanted me to drive. I let myself in and announced. "Honey, I'm home." I heard her respond from the spare bedroom, "I'm in here, go ahead and get cleaned up and changed, I'll be out in a little while." 

I headed for our bedroom and found my dress clothes laid out on our bed, and the dozen roses I had sent to her at work sitting on the dresser. I quickly striped and jumped in the shower. After a quick shower I was dressed and walking out of our bedroom, to find the door to the spare bedroom still closed. I tapped on the door and asked if she was alright, and she replied, "I'm fine, I'll be out in just a few minutes." I told her ok and sat down in the living room, flipped on the TV and surfed the channels.


After about ten minutes I heard the door to the spare bedroom swing open and the sound of high heels on the wood floor of the hallway. Sara rounded the corner into the living room and announced, "I'm ready." My God was she. She was wearing a long red dress that stopped at her ankles. The dress tied at the back of her neck with thin straps that widened as they came down to her breasts, the rest of it was tight fitting showing off every curve of her body. Her breasts are not very large, but they are round and firm and with the cut of the dress her cleavage was very nice. She had also let down her red, shoulder length hair which now framed her face. She had barely put on any make-up, which was fine with me since I have always thought that she was more beautiful without it.

The red of the dress and her hair along with the creamy white of her skin set her green eyes off, making them shine like emeralds. I stood up and just looked at her. I was pleasantly surprised by this change in her style and told her so. She smiled and spun around while asking me, "You like it?" To which I told her I did. As she spun around I noticed that there was a slit down the left side of the dress that ran from the bottom up to her waist and the back was open, revealing the smooth skin of her back. As she spun around the slit opened a little and I thought that I had seen bare skin all the way up to her waist. I told myself that couldn't be, she would never go out without panties on. 

After she finished her show she grabbed my hand and led me towards the front door. "Time to go, or we will be late." I closed the front door behind me, walked to the passenger side, opened the car door and held it for her. As she sat down in the car she leaned forward just enough for me to get a good look down the front of her dress and at her breasts. I gently closed the door, rounded the car and climbed in. 

As we backed out of the driveway she gave me directions to the restaurant that she had picked. It was a small, romantic place that was about five miles outside of town, but believe me the food and the atmosphere make it worth the trip. We headed off. The drive took about twenty minutes, ten of which were just getting out of the city limits. I was glad that she had made reservations when we pulled up in the parking lot and found it full. The only place to park was in a not so well lit corner near the street. I got out and hurried around the car so that I could get her door for her.

She grabbed my hand as we started to walk towards the building. When we walked in Sara spoke to the hostess, telling her who we were, and we were taken to our table. As we walked through the restaurant I noticed that Sara was getting more than a few glances from some of the male customers but she took no notice of it. She was dressed for me and what everyone else thought didn't matter to her. 

We were seated in an corner booth out of the way, which was perfect. Because of the curve of the booth Sara sat right next to me, which was fine by me. We started out with a glass of wine and before I knew it our food was brought out. It seems she had already placed our order when she made the reservations. We made small talk, mostly about our day, while we ate but I could not help but be hypnotized by those emerald eyes of hers and the curve of the dress on her sexy figure. 

When we finished we took one last sip of wine and made our way to the door. As I stopped to pay the check she took my hand and said, "Already taken care of, my love." So we continued out to the car. We walked arm in arm as we made our way out to the car, taking our time. As we came to the car she told me that she wanted to go for a drive. I was kind of disappointed at first since I was looking forward to getting home and peeling that dress off of her but I told her if that was what she wanted then we would. 

Once again I opened her door for her and once again I was treated to a view of her gorgeous breasts. She was smiling as I closed the door. I climbed in the drivers seat and we drove away. She wanted me to take the long way home so we took a route which would take us down a two lane highway. The only light that had came from the dash board lights and the starlight shining down on us. She reached over and took my right hand and held it on her left thigh. 

We had started on the road pretty well when she let go of my hand, leaving it resting on her thigh, to turn on the radio. While her hand was occupied I took the chance to start to rub her thigh. She smiled as she spread her legs a little and said, "If you are going to do that, do it right." Smiling myself I moved my hand to where the slit was and moved my hand under her dress. I gently rubbed her thigh, starting at the top and working my way into her inner thigh. She sat back in her seat, closed her eyes and enjoyed my touch. 

When I reached her inner thigh I started to rub it in a up and down motion, each upward motion moving closer and closer to her pussy. Imagine my surprise when I reached her pussy to find her clean shaven pussy bare. I could not believe it, she had left the house without panties on. I made one more downward stroke then moved up to her pussy, gently rubbing the lips until I felt her moisten. I then inserted my middle finger between the lips of her pussy, starting a slow in and out motion as she softly moaned in pleasure. 

This went on for several minutes with her moans getting louder until she came with a rush of her juices on my finger. Her skin flushed she looked over at me and said, "I want you, now!" I saw the parking lot of a local feed store on the left and made a quick turn into it. I backed into a dark corner spot away from the street. I put the car in park and turned off the engine. When I looked over at her she had turned away and was getting out of the car, the slit in the dress falling back enough for me to get a good look at her ass. 

"Follow me," she said, and so I did. She walked around to the back of the car and stood facing it. She told me to stand behind her, so I did. I could not control myself as I stood as close to her as I could, my chest touching her back, and reached my arms around her. I took my right hand and started at her stomach slowly moving up until I could cup her right breast. I started to massage and fondle it which brought a soft moan of pleasure from her. Whatever she had in mind I must have been doing it right because she let me continue without hesitation. 

While I fondled her breast I took my left hand and made my way to the slit in her dress, easily moving my hand under the fabric and to her crotch. I again pushed my middle finger between the lips of her pussy, which brought out a louder moan from her. I pulled her closer to me, so close that my rock hard cock was now pushing on her ass. She leaned her head back and half turned to me to tell me she wanted my cock in her. 

Not knowing what else to do I leaned her forward until she was on her arms on the trunk of the car, I then dropped my pants and underwear. I pulled her dress aside at the slit, revealing that gorgeous ass of hers. I then took my cock in my right hand and guided it to her hot and waiting pussy. Once the head was in I grabbed her hips and pushed it the rest of the way in. I pushed into her as far as I could go and then pulled back until just the head was in her. I then started a slow steady rhythm of in and out of her. 

She started to moan louder and louder with every pump into her. She came with a loud, slow moan and a flood of her juices on my cock. I continued my pumping into her, enjoying every thrust. I started to feel the familiar pressure of my own orgasm start to build and with out thinking increased the pace of my motion until I was pumping so fast my hips were slapping here ass. 

I felt the peak of my orgasm about to erupt so I pulled her close to me, pushing my cock deep into her. We let out a duet of moans as she and I came together. I shot load after load of my seed deep into her pussy. I did not know when I would stop coming but we both seemed to be locked in one long orgasm. Finally my shots ran out and I slowly pulled out of her, my cock beginning to relax. She stayed leaning against the car for a minute while I took her dress and put it back over her ass. I noticed the glint of light reflecting on her juices flowing down her leg. 

She stood up and looked at me. "My God, that was great!" She then took me in her arms and kiss me. Our tongues danced and our hands wandered as we kissed. When we finally parted I reached down and pulled up my pants, fastening the belt. I looked up to ask her if she was ready to head home when I noticed that she was reaching up to where her dress was tied at her neck. With a quick tug her dress came untied and slide down her gorgeous curves to lay on the ground at her feet. With a smile she said, "I am ready to head home." 

She stood there a moment so that I could enjoy the view. Her pale skin seem to glow in the light from the far off street light, highlighting the pink of her nipples and aureoles. I could not help it as my cock started to grow hard in pants again. She smiled as she noticed the bulge coming up in my pants. "We can't have that giving you problems on the way home," she said as she knelt down and unzipped my pants. She pulled my now erect cock free of my underwear with her right hand and took it in her mouth. It didn't seem to matter that it was still covered in her juices as she licked and sucked it.

She was never one to suck me until I came, preferring to getting me close and then finishing me off with her hand. I felt the pressure building again and told her that I was about to come. To my surprise she just kept on sucking me, moving up and down on my cock even faster. I couldn't control myself as my seed burst forth from my cock and shot into her mouth. She swallowed and continued to suck until my cock started to relax again. 

"Now we can drive home." 

She gently pushed me cock back into my pants, grabbed her dress and headed for the drivers side. I zipped my pants up and headed for the passenger side. When I sat down she had already buckled the seat belt across her naked body and was starting up the car. We pulled out of the parking lot and headed straight home.

As we rode I could not keep my hands to myself so I leaned over and starting licking and sucking her right tit. I licked around the nipple, which was already erect, and then took it in my mouth and sucked on it. While I was doing this I used my right hand to start fingering her pussy. She came again and juices flowed over my fingers and onto the seat beneath her. I felt the car stop as we pulled up in the driveway and she parked in front of the garage. 

She pushed me back and said, "Let's go!" 

We jumped out of the car and headed for the front door. There she was, walking up the drive to the front door butt naked. The light from the nearby street light shining on that beautiful body of hers. I fumbled with the keys and swung the door open. We made a bee line for the couch, which was the closest piece of furniture. She fell back on the couch and I stripped off my clothes as fast as I could. While I was undressing she lay their fingering herself, "hurry up, Baby, I need you." 

I threw the last of my clothes to the side and all but jumped on her. I pushed my now erect cock into her hot and wet pussy while I kissed her passionately. Our tongues danced as I fucked her pussy. She came twice before I finally came myself. I pumped her pussy full of my semen, the muscles of her pussy squeezing around my cock. I pushed deep into her, holding on to her until I finally shot the last of my load into her. I pulled out of her and rolled over to lay beside her on the couch, both of us now exhausted. We drifted off to sleep dreaming of the wonderful and pleasurable things we would wake up and do in the morning. 

To be continued..... 



The Ride



It was a fairly typical late spring day, being sunny, cool, with a slight breeze, but otherwise refreshing and rejuvenating. The weatherman had predicted the usual scattered showers throughout the day, but so far there were only a few fluffy clouds as far as John could see. "Perfect," he thought. "This is exactly what I need." 

It had been a bitch of a week. Between his boss getting in his face all week about trivial crap and his wife, Joanne, climbing all over his back, screeching like a banshee, John desperately needed to clear his head and get away for a while. For the past five years his marriage had been disintegrating and John knew it was over. They had little respect and no love between them anymore. His children, as usual, regarded him with little respect, following the lead of their mother, preferring to believe the lies she fed them rather than seeking the truth behind their parents' marriage. So, following the lead of their mother, they too treated John without affection or respect. In the end, he gave up trying. The kids were nearly grown, his son having just graduated from high school, and his daughter a year behind. So, with nothing and no one at home needing or requiring anything from him, John decided to take his H-D Road King out for a long ride. Spending a day on his motorcycle always rejuvenated him both physically and mentally. He quickly put on his riding gear, leather chaps and jacket, riding boots, gloves, glasses, and hat. Minnesota law does not require the mandatory wearing of helmets, and today John preferred to feel the full effect of the wind against his face. From the first roar when he fired up his bike, John felt somehow the day was going to be a good one. 

With no particular itinerary or destination in mind, John took the roads that would take him east into the countryside. For an hour or so, John just rode, not thinking, just feeling. Feeling the wind rush past his ears, he began to feel more relaxed than he had felt in weeks. He started to let his mind mull over some serious questions he had been ignoring for a while. At 49 years of age, and at this point in his life, he felt it was time to start making some hard decisions. He knew his marriage was over. Being 6 feet, 225 pounds, with long blond hair, goatee and mustache, and bright blue eyes, he felt he still had something vital to contribute to a good relationship. His sexual drive had always been very high, but even at the beginning of this 20 year marriage he had had very little satisfaction. Joanne was a petite brunette with dark brown eyes, yet a full, lush body. That was what attracted John in the beginning...opposites attract he felt. Minnesota was the land of the Nordic, and Joanne's difference from the horde of blue-eyed blonds was like honey to a bear. However, once the "honeymoon" was over, John was dismayed by the lack of true warmth and affection he received. Sex quickly diminished to once a week, then maybe once every other week, and now, at this point, non-existent. John wasn't sure if Joanne had found someone else or not, but sadly enough, he didn't care. It was almost pathetic how little he felt toward her anymore. 

He had tried to be faithful, but after a quite a few years of declining affection and rejection of his love and advances, his desires were driven elsewhere. Everywhere John went, people noticed. He was a big man, commanding attention just by being in the same room with you, and naturally, the women who came in contact with him all felt the same animal magnetism coming from within him. Many women made offers, and some were accepted. John was reflecting on those encounters now as he drove higher and higher into the countryside. There were some very pleasant interludes; even a few that had lasted for a short while, but none was as satisfying as he had hoped. 

After a while the clouds started rolling in around John. He was totally unaware of them. Being so deep into his thoughts, it was the first splash of rain on his face that "woke" him up. Inwardly he groaned, knowing he had a long, wet, miserable ride before he made it back home again. He kicked himself mentally for not paying closer attention to the weather around him. Almost before he could make any further decision, the heavens opened up and he was drenched in a deluge of water. It was too late to try to outrun the storm, and, looking ahead or behind, John realized there was little to offer any degree of protection from the elements. He drove on in hopes of encountering a gas station to wait in while he waited for a break in the storm. 

He rode a little further when he noticed a light shining through the rain-darkened area. Deciding to pull over and wait there, John didn't notice the big pot-hole in the road that had already filled up with water. His bike hit it full-on, sending John head first over his handlebars, fortunately landing in a soft pile of pine needles. The wind was knocked out of him, however, and he lain there for a while. A few moments later, after regaining his senses, John raised himself up on one elbow, and that's when he saw her standing above him. 

He hadn't heard her leave the house or approach him, but there she was. At first he thought he was seeing an angel, so lovely a vision was she. His "angel" stood about 5 feet 4 inches, quite a bit shorter than he, but when she offered a hand to help him stand, he felt a strength in her grip and was immediately impressed by it. He stood up and brushed himself off, never taking his eyes off her. She offered the shelter of the large umbrella she had brought with her. He took it and covered the both of them. They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, and then she broke the silence. 

"Would you like to pick up your bike before someone comes along and runs over it?" she asked in a low, almost sultry voice. 

Startled into action, John nodded. Handing the umbrella back to her, he strode over to the bike, set it upright, and wheeled it back over to where she stood. Wordlessly, she started walking towards her house. He hadn't remembered seeing any actual physical structure, just some light. But ahead about a hundred feet, was a small cabin-like house, almost hidden behind a row of evergreens. That must have been the light he saw a few moments ago. The woman pointed to the car-port where he could park his bike. There was only a late-model Jeep parked in the two-car car-port, so he put his bike on the opposite side. 

From there she led him into the house through a side door. Immediately John was struck by the simplicity and "at-home" atmosphere he saw and felt. The room he entered was the kitchen. It had honey-golden oak cabinets that were polished and shiny. The appliances were fairly new and the kitchen had obviously been modernized in recent years, yet it still bespoke the love and care of its owner, saying "this is my home" to anyone who entered. The air smelled fresh and clean with a hint of cinnamon. Finally, after absorbing all this, his attention returned to his rescuer. John finally found his voice and introduced himself. 

"Hi, I'm John. I can't tell you how thankful I am that you found me when you did." 

The woman smiled back, and extended her hand. "I'm Kelly. Welcome to my home," she replied. 

As she turned to take off her rain poncho, John was able to get a better look at her. She was beautiful, but the way she moved and talked and acted, it was as if she was totally unaware of it. When she turned back around after hanging her poncho on a hook, she looked expectantly at him. John stood there tongue-tied and shy suddenly. 

"Could I take your jacket for you? Or do you prefer to stand there dripping all over my floor?" Kelly asked. 

John couldn't take his eyes off her, as he proceeded to shed his drenched jacket. Her hair was a mass of curls, worn just slightly above her shoulders, medium brown in color with streaks of blond everywhere. Her eyes were a gray-blue color that shone with a mischievous twinkle. But her lips, full and sensual, were what caught his eye. She wore minimal makeup, which he thought was a wonderful change from the usual. She wore eyeliner and mascara, enough to bring out the sexiness in her eyes, and she wore a frosted pink lipstick making them seem like they were inviting a kiss. 

Kelly took his jacket and hung it next to her poncho on the coat rack.

"Let's get you out of these wet things, then we'll see if you need any first-aid or not." John stood there, unable to say anything in response. 

Kelly waited a moment, then said again, "Your chaps, John, then we'll work on anything else after that." 

He was still uncomprehending, so Kelly took the initiative and unfastened the buckle of his chaps and started unzipping the legs. John stood there, letting her undress him, so dumbstruck was he. 

"Get a grip, John," he said to himself. He let her guide him over to a kitchen chair where she grabbed his foot, straddled his leg placing herself with her back-end facing him, and started to tug at his boot. John was enjoying the view of her nicely rounded ass, perfectly framed through her blue jeans. When tugging on the boots didn't work from that direction, she tried pulling from the opposite direction. Suddenly, his boot slid off his foot with great ease and she landed on her bottom with a rather indelicate plop. John adored the surprised expression on her face and got up to help her back to her feet. They stood there momentarily, eyes locked on each other. John let his eyes slide down to her lips again. 

"If you're not careful, Kelly, I just may have to kiss you," John whispered. Kelly closed her eyes and swayed even closer to him. Of its own volition, John's arm went around her waist and pulled her close. With his other hand, he lifted her chin. Her eyes fluttered open an instant before his lips captured hers. Their tongues met and Kelly moaned deep in her throat. Deeper and deeper John probed Kelly's mouth. Their tongues danced in a hot sensual rhythm, sparring with each other, melding together as if they were long-time lovers. Once, Kelly nipped his lower lip playfully, igniting a strong urge inside John. The kiss seemed to go on forever. Kelly felt a growing burn in her belly. A long-dormant need flared up and screamed for release, so affected was she by John's kiss. Her arms willingly wrapped around his neck, pulling him down and even closer, if that was possible. Her body felt on fire and she desperately needed John to quench her thirst. She felt his arousal pressing against her belly between them, telling her of his own urgent need. 

Kelly was the first to pull away, breaking the spell between them. Immediately, John missed the heat of her body next to his. 

"We'd better remove the rest of your wet clothes or you'll catch pneumonia. I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting company so I haven't lit the wood stove yet. If you'll remove your pants and shirt, I can throw them in the dryer for you. I'll be right back with a towel for you." 

With that said, Kelly disappeared down the hallway. John realized just how very soaked his clothes were and started to unfasten his jeans and remove his shirt. He was down to his very soaked briefs by the time Kelly returned. He knew she could see everything through the translucent material of his underwear, and also just how enormously aroused he was. Kelly stood at the entrance to the kitchen, staring at his rather hard, prominent member. As she started to walk towards him, a loud crack of thunder and flash of lightning broke over her house. Startling both of them, John flinched and Kelly dropped the big fluffy towel she had brought. When she bent over to retrieve it, John took the last few steps to close the distance between them. When she straightened up again, she could not resist looking again at his very large, unmistakably hard cock. Kelly brought the towel up and started to brush it against his skin. She started at the neck and shoulders, then worked her way down to his chest. By this time, she decided to abandon the pretense of drying him and looked down at his cock. She hesitatingly felt it through the wet material with her small hand. It felt huge and Kelly knew she wanted more. 

Licking her suddenly dry lips, Kelly managed to speak. "I want you to know I don't normally rescue handsome strangers off the street and then seduce them in my home." She smiled weakly at her joke.

John chuckled and in his deep voice he replied. "That's okay. I don't normally wipe out on the front lawn of a beautiful woman in hopes that she will invite me in and ravish my body." 

With that, the tension was broke, and John peeled off the remaining wet clothes and wrapped the towel around his waist. 

"Would you like something to drink to take the chill off?" she asked. 

"That would be a great idea," John answered. "Anything you have will be just fine." 

Kelly produced a full-bodied Merlot wine that she had been saving for a special occasion. She poured a glass for John and a generous portion for herself as well. She led him into the den and had him sit on the huge, overstuffed sofa. Across the room was the old-fashioned wood-burning stove she had referred to earlier. She went over there and added some kindling to the already loaded chamber, and lit a cozy fire. It wasn't long before the entire house was warm and comfortable. 

Kelly sat down on the couch, Indian-style, facing John. He turned towards her and started to grin. There didn't seem to be anything about this little nymph that he didn't find adorable. His eyes feasted on her while she began to talk to him. He took in her natural grace and the artful way she had of talking with her hands. Of course, having the curves of a Rubenesque era model didn't hurt at all. Having been an admirer of full-figured women most of his life, John was thrilled that he stumbled upon this exquisite prize. He loved a woman who looked womanly, with wide hips and a bosom he could bury himself in. She was wearing a simple V-neck, long-sleeved sweater that was obviously an old favorite. It looked to be about 2 sizes too big, perhaps belonging to a man at one point. With this she wore a pair of snug-fitting blue jeans and fuzzy socks. But in spite of her casualness, Kelly may as well have been dressed in an elegant evening gown, that's how lovely she appeared to John.

The couple drank their wine and chatted about anything and everything. Kelly had an amazing range of interests, which intrigued and pleased John. Whenever Kelly leaned forward to emphasize a point she was making, the neckline sunk lower and lower, revealing her fantastic cleavage that made him drool. She had to have at least a 44D bust-line. They talked about spouses, or rather soon-to-be ex-spouses. Kelly had only wanted the house. It had belonged to a favorite great-aunt of hers, and as such had many happy memories here while growing up. It had been willed to her the previous year when her great-aunt had passed away. In exchange for this, she gave up any claims to her ex's estate. She thought it was well worth it just to be free of him. The divorce would be final in three more weeks. It was such an easy-going conversation. They both felt they could talk about anything and everything and never get bored. 

The couple talked for quite a while before Kelly realized that John had to be cold, sitting there in nothing but a damp towel. "Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry John! What a poor hostess I am. Come, let me get you a blanket to wrap around you." 

She led him into the master bedroom, where she poked around in the closet for a blanket. When she found the item she wanted, she backed out of the closet only to find herself planted once again in the middle of John's chest. She raised her hands and pressed them to his chest to steady herself, while he took the blanket from her and wrapped them both up in it. 

He then gathered her close, and slowly lowered his mouth to hers. The anticipation was killing her. She closed her eyes and savored every millisecond of the kiss. His lips landed on hers, soft and yielding. Her mouth gave way and opened up for his inquisitive tongue. She slid her arms under his and wrapped them around his back, holding him close, pressing her breasts firmly against his hard chest. John took the initiative this time, and led her over to the king-sized bed, and pushed her into a sitting position on it. He knelt down, removed her socks, then slowly started to peel off her sweater. Not wanting to rush things, John stood her up so he could remove her jeans next. Once having accomplished that, he stepped back to admire his "work of art." Kelly stood there, shy and proud all at once, in nothing but her black lacy bra with matching bikini panties. Seeing the appreciative look on John's face, Kelly said: "Hey, I like to pamper myself, what can I say?" John laughed. 

John replied, "I'll give you no argument on that point. You look like an angel in the devil's lair and I could eat you right up." 

John went to her again, this time turning her around and unfastening her bra. When all the hooks were released, he reached around and slowly eased his hands up under the filmy material, and released her breasts from the bra, into his hands. They seemed to swell under his touch, the nipples hardening to tight buds immediately in anticipation. He rolled both nubs between his fingers, lightly pinching and teasing them, causing Kelly to groan and arch her back against him. Next he slid his thumbs inside the material of her panties and slid them down her legs. Standing in front of him, as naked as he was now, Kelly felt totally turned-on and craved his body as much as he did hers. 

Taking the step that closed the gap between them, Kelly kissed his lips, then slowly sank to her knees, leaving a trail of kisses down his belly. She grasped his very hard cock and stroked it ever so lightly, flicking just the tip of it with her tongue. She noticed the pre-cum starting to leak out and greedily lapped it up. Sliding her tongue all around the head of his cock, she noticed something different about John. She let her other hand reach under and grasp his balls, and that's when she figured it out. John was completely hairless! He had shaved his balls and cock area completely. Kelly was enthralled with it and could hardly contain her hands, lips, teeth, and tongue. She wanted to explore every centimeter of his cock and balls. This was a new experience for her and she intended to exploit all of it. 

Nudging him in the direction of the bed, John sprawled out in the center on his back and Kelly positioned herself once more between his legs. She had him bend his knees so he could spread them further, giving her better access to her playground. She let her tongue do the walking, and eventually, while stroking his very hard cock with one hand, her tongue found his little butt hole and started to lick. John gasped and jumped a little. Emboldened by his reaction, Kelly prodded some more with her tongue. He was moaning with his pleasure. His hand took over stroking his hard cock, and Kelly was able to spread his ass cheeks better and plunged her tongue deep into his ass. John screamed out in pleasure and increased his pumping. The more Kelly licked and probed, the faster he moaned and stroked. 

Next, Kelly inserted her fingertip in his ass and wiggled it a bit. She wanted to be very careful since she did have long fingernails and didn't want to scratch or tear the delicate skin there. As she fingered his butt, Kelly brought her tongue back up and started to slather his balls with her saliva. She sucked in one ball and thoroughly slathered it with her tongue, then switched to the other ball, repeating the act once more. Kelly looked up at John and caught his eye just as his balls tensed before shooting his hot load of cum. She moved quickly, trying to capture the jism in her mouth, but most of it landed all over her face and neck.




The Ride



It is a beautiful Saturday morning as she packs them a picnic lunch and a bottle of sweet wine while her lover saddles their horses out in the barn. The sun is shining and a few wisps of cloud drift slowly through the summer sky, catching on the mountains like stretched cotton candy. The birds are singing and the breeze carries the sweetness of hay and roses through the house.

Their children are all visiting the various grandparents this weekend so they have two days of precious time alone to themselves and they plan to make the most of this unfortunately rare event.

She walks out onto the porch, picnic basket in hand, as he leads their favorite horses, a roan mare, and a dappled stallion to the porch. He ties the basket to her saddle, gives her a long kiss, and tells her how beautiful she looks before helping her up on her mount. As they ride past the garden, she stops to pick some fresh strawberries and he cuts some of the special pink roses he grows only for his love.

Crossing the stream, they turn north and ride slowly, side by side into the forest, two carefree lovers enjoying the dappled shade and soft summer breezes sighing through the pines and ruffling the aspens. The majestic mountains form the perfect backdrop to a picture postcard day and the sky is a deep blue only God could have painted.

Playfully, he leans over and, giving his lover a quick kiss, spurs his horse, and gallops away toward the pass between the rolling hills, whooping, and hollering like an Indian on the warpath.

Urging her horse onward, she follows his trail, yelling after him and riding hard until she catches up and passes him. She stops, reining her horse sideways to block the path.

He reigns in his horse and sidles up beside her, a rose extended forward like a trophy. She triumphantly takes the rose, head held high, eyes flashing, daring him to say something, anything at all.

Grinning like a little boy, he leans forward to whisper in her ear. She blushes and looks slyly at him from under her hat brim as they turn and continue down the trail together.

After a couple of miles, they turn down a side trail leading down a narrow draw into a small box canyon where they come on picnics and outings with their children. A clear blue pond shimmers in the afternoon sun, fed by a small waterfall at the far end of the secluded canyon. Fragrant grasses and small fruit trees flourish in this small pocket of heaven, known only to them and a few others.

Dismounting, they walk, hand in hand, leading the horses. At the edge of the pond, they water their mounts, and then hobble them to graze on the sweet grasses. 

They walk on to the base of the falls where he spreads the blanket and puts the wine bottle into the waterfall to cool as she puts the basket in the shade of a rock. They sit down next to each other on the blanket to rest and talk for a while, reminiscing. 

Soon the talk turns to kisses, and they lay back, her head on his chest as he strokes her hair and back. She looks up at him with loving eyes and he pulls her up to kiss her, long and tenderly. 

Breaking off she smiles mischievously and sits up, pulling her boots off. Slyly she winks at her lover then turns away and undoes her blouse. He rises up on his elbows in interest as she stands, quickly shucks off her jeans, and dives into the pond with a laugh. He watches, fascinated as she surfaces, smoothing her long wet hair back and calling him to come in. 

Playfully he fakes a yawn, waves his hand dismissively, and lies back down, pulling his hat over his eyes just in time to receive a dowsing of water. Springing to his feet with a yell, he pulls off his wet clothes and dives in after her. Laughing and splashing, they chase each other around the pond until he catches her and takes her in his arms. They embrace each other, caressing and kissing until she starts to shiver in the cool water. 

The two lovers climb out onto a large sun warmed rock and their embrace becomes more and more passionate until they cry out and hold each other close, bodies drying in the warm sun. Afterwards, they lie together on the blanket feeding each other tidbits and drinking the wine accompanied by soft kisses and caresses, the drone of bees buzzing, punctuating the stillness. Finished with their meal, they lie together holding each other, gazing into each other's eyes as they whisper tender words and render each other lazy caresses until they doze. 

Awakened by a cool breeze, he looks down and whispers something as he gently kisses her smiling face. She stirs, stretching lazily and snuggles into his chest. He reaches down and pulls the blanket over them as they cuddle together. He strokes her hair and lightly kisses her forehead as she runs her hands across his chest and side, making soft sounds of contentment. She opens her eyes and moves up against him until they are one again. They move together as the cool evening breeze raises dimples on their flushed skin, their rhythm as old as life itself, increasing to an exquisite crescendo, and deliciously lingering as their breathing slows and they hold each other close.

As dusk covers the canyon rim, they gather their things and ride slowly home side by side, holding hands with the last of his roses, still fresh, held closely in her lap. 

Night is falling as they enter the gate and he takes the horses back to the barn while she lights the lights and sets the kettle on the stove. When he comes in from the barn, they snuggle together on the porch swing with some hot tea singing soft love songs together. As a million stars slowly reveal themselves in the clear night sky, they go up to bed, their house uncharacteristically, but peacefully quiet, with only crickets, night birds, and a distant coyote's howl to disturb the silence. 

After a hot shower together to wash away the days dust, they sit together by the fireplace, as their passion kindles anew. Their kisses and caresses become more urgent until they join together to quench their ardor one more time, softly calling each other's name, stroking, kissing, and hugging as their racing hearts slow.

Gently he gathers his love in his arms and carries her to their bed where they hold each other tenderly as sleep takes them softly into the night, a perfect end to a perfect day. 



The Ride



It was a beautiful, warm spring Saturday morning. After sleeping in for a little bit, I woke to the feeling of his warm body pressed against my back. I could feel his already firm cock. A smile came to my face and a happy moan escaped my lips. His hand found its way to one of my nipples, brushing it lightly. He kissed my neck in the spot he knows really gets me going before whispering in my ear that he thought today might just be a good day for a drive and asking what I thought. I, of course, agreed. He suggested that I wear my collar and something appropriate for some fun. The smile on my face grew bigger with this idea and the thought of what was to come filling my mind. I knew that I could be asked to do anything on our drive and was excited by all the possibilities. 

This was something that we had talked about on many occasions, but had not yet been able to carry it out. It seemed there was always something standing in our way; work, kids, or some other responsibility. I could hardly wait to get started. It seemed that Master couldn't wait either. He said that he would make coffee and breakfast this morning and I should get ready as quickly as I could, he wanted to be on the road in an hour. I was really going to have to hurry, I needed to get a shower and shave. I knew that it would not do at all for me to not be newly shaven and that was a task that normally took me some time to accomplish. Master was already putting me to the test today which only hinted at what the day could hold in store. I was very nervous, afraid that I would be unable to properly prepare myself in the allotted time. I was, however, determined to give it my best shot. Sometimes Master would understand when I was unable to complete a task given as long as I did my best. I turned to him, kissed him and quickly got out of bed heading to the bathroom to begin my preparations. 

Even with hurrying as fast as I dared to, it was almost exactly an hour later when I walked into the kitchen freshly shaved, shampooed, make-up perfectly applied the way Master liked it when we "Played" and dressed. I was wearing a white, button up blouse with no bra. If the light was just right a person could see my nipples through the blouse. I wore a short, plaid skirt that look much like a school girl's skirt. I had put on my white, thigh-high stockings and black high-heeled MaryJane's. I, of course, had on no panties under my skirt. The only jewelry I had on was my collar and the ring on my left hand. I had even taken off my watch. Master always told me that time should be none of my concern when we were playing. 

Knowing that it had taken me longer to prepare than I had hoped, I told Master that I would just have some coffee before we left. He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye yet spoke with the disappointed, almost angry tone in his voice.

"So I fixed you breakfast and you aren't going to eat it? Don't you appreciate the fact that I cooked for you? Let me guess, you don't feel like bacon and eggs this morning?"

Had I not seen that twinkle in his eye, I would have thought I was really in trouble. Still, I stammered when I tried to respond. I asked for permission to speak freely and Master graciously granted it. I told him of my concern about being perfectly shaved and dressed for him. I explained my deep desire to please him and it taking more time to prepare myself than I had hoped. I really was thrilled that he had cooked breakfast for me and was looking forward to breakfast, but since I had taken so long to get ready to go, I didn't want be the cause of us being later than he wanted to be. Therefore, I was going to not eat so that we could leave on time. By this point, I was crying, sobbing actually. I felt like I was in a no win situation. Either I made us late or I hurt him by not eating the wonderful breakfast he had fixed. No matter which I did, I had disappointed him and I was so very sorry. 

When I had finally run out of things to say, I looked up at Master's face and saw that the twinkle and manifested itself on his mouth as well. He pulled me into his arms, wiped the tears from my cheeks and kissed me. He told me that he knew when he said that he wanted to leave within the hour, that it was an impossible task. That he was only teasing me. He wanted me to sit and enjoy my breakfast and we would go whenever I was ready. There really was no rush. Part of me had known this all along, but part of me was worried that I had displeased Master so early in the day. It was only then that I realized, Master had not had his shower yet and was standing before me in his bathrobe. Simultaneously, we both began to laugh. Master pulled out the chair for me at the table and put the plate in front of me. He kissed the top on my head and hurried off to get ready to go. 

A short time later, as we pulled out of the driveway, Master reminded me that I was to follow any and all direction given to me today without hesitation or question. There was no need for this reminder; I had been taught that lesson on several occasions since we had begun to explore this aspect of our relationship. In the beginning, I had a tendency to try to make suggestions for things which had resulted in my being punished frequently and in countless ways. Today, I was determined not to do anything to disappoint Master. Part of the change in me came from those previous punishments but part of it came from the growing trust I had that Master's first concern was always my safety and well being. I had learned that even in our most outrageous play, Master focused on protecting both of us from outside forces that could harm our reputations or from anything that could cause me any form of physical or emotional harm. 

With that said, Master drove toward the highway in silence. We headed out of town and onto the open road. As soon as we reached the county line, about 15 minutes into our trip, Master told me to unbuckle my seat belt and pull my skirt up to my waist so that the lower half of me was exposed. Simply thinking about doing that brought heat and moisture between my legs and I followed the order as quickly as possible. I had no more than raised my skirt, than a semi pulled up beside us. Master carefully paced our truck to the semi so that we were traveling side by side. I saw the smile on Master's face and knew that he was very pleased. I looked to my right and saw that the semi driver was also very pleased with what he saw. He honked his air horn and reached for his CB radio. I could only assume that he was anxious to tell his buddies about what he had just seen. Little did he or I know that the show had just begun. 

Hearing the air horn, spurred Master into action. He told me to unbutton my blouse, lay down on my back with my head in his lap and my legs spread as wide as possible. Still he was working to stay beside the semi. My face flushed a deep shade of pink from the embarrassment, but also from excitement. Again, I followed the order as fast as I could. In this position, all I could see was the face of the semi driver beside us. Master reached down and took one of my nipples between his fingers, pinching it hard and pulling it as far from my body as he could. He then did the same to the other nipple making them stand at attention. He has always loved the way that my nipples pop to attention. Sometimes he likes to play with my nipples for what seems like ages, until I am finally able to orgasm just from the nipple play. This was not one of those times however; he wanted me to cum more quickly than that because he wanted to really give the trucker a show. He moved his hand between my legs and went to work on my clit. He told me to reach the bag that was under the seat and take out my large dildo. He told me to shove the dildo into my slutty pussy as hard and fast as I could. I was to fuck myself while he continued to rub, pinch and pull my clit. I was so excited at that point and wanted so badly to come, I would have done anything. 

As I shoved the dildo into my sopping wet pussy, Master used the power control to open my window allowing the breeze to further stimulate my pussy as it flowed over the growing moisture between my legs. Working the dildo in and out of myself I was so close to coming that I was not sure I could hold on any longer. Master and I both saw about the same time that the trucker had also opened his window. I was moaning and begging for Master to let me come. Seeing that the trucker had his window open was enough for Master to give me permission with a stipulation, I better make sure that the trucker knew I was coming. A few more strokes with the dildo put me over the edge. As I yelled at the top of my voice that I was coming, I pulled the dildo from my pussy and shot a load of cum so hard that some of it actually went out the window and the rest, coated the door panel. Thank God Master keeps his truck very clean because the next order I was given was to get on my knees and lick up the mess I had made in his truck. As I began this task, the trucker again blew his horn, Master answered by honking his own horn before speeding off, leaving the semi truck behind. 

While I continued to clean up my mess, Master helped me out of my skirt. Now I was wearing only the unbuttoned blouse, my stockings and my heels. Slipping a couple of fingers into my dripping pussy and licking them clean, Master praised me, telling me how proud he was of me and what a wonderful job I had done. He continued to work his fingers in and out of my pussy, keeping the excitement level high. I could not help but push back against his hand as it plunged into me. Without warning, without permission and without being able to prevent it, I came again. This was the wrong thing to do of course. Master pulled his fingers from my pussy, pulled the truck to the side of the road and immediately told me to get out. I was petrified! For one moment the thought that he might leave me there flashed in my mind. I knew that it was a crazy thought and was gone almost as soon as it appeared. It helped too that Master opened his door to get out too. 

Almost before I was out of the truck, Master was on my side. I have no idea how he got there. He took my hand and led me to the back of the truck. He lowered the tailgate and told me to bend over with my hands on the edge of the tailgate and my back flat like a table. In this position, my bare ass and pussy were facing any traffic headed in our direction. Master raised his hand and brought it down hard on my ass. He told me that he had been so proud of me until I came without permission. This forced him to punish me and teach me a lesson. This was not what he had wanted to do but was necessary. About every other word was punctuated with a hard swat to my butt. I thanked him for the lesson and begged for him to forgive me. When I had received the required 25 swats, Master helped me to stand and pulled me into his arms. It was only then that I realized, the same trucker from earlier had caught up with us and also pulled to the side of the road to watch some more of the show. Master walked me back to our truck, helped me in and gave the semi driver a wave as he closed the door. 

On the road again, Master told me that there was something I could do to help earn his forgiveness. He wanted me to get on my knees and suck his cock as he drove down the road. Knowing that this would expose my bare, red ass and my pussy to the passenger window again brought a flush of embarrassment to my face but I did as I was told instantly. Master had released his cock from his pants on the way to getting into the truck. I licked the tip and knew that he had very much enjoyed everything that had happened so far. There on the tip of his cock was the evidence, a large drop of pre-cum. I took the length of him into my mouth slowly. I wanted him to enjoy every motion, every second. This two was a fantasy we had talked about many times but had not had the chance to fulfill. Soon, I was lost in the pleasure I get from sucking Master's cock and unaware that "Our trucker" was again beside us. 

I sucked, licked and stroked Master's cock until at last he rewarded me by coming in my mouth. I did my best to swallow every drop but there was one or two that escaped and found their way to my chin. As I sat back up, wiping the final drops from my chin with the back of my hand, I again heard the familiar honk of the air horn beside us. I grinned and licked the last of the cum from the back of my hand. Master reached across and caressed my check, both he and the trucker were grinning from ear to ear. 

I knew that Master was pleased, so I was surprised and shocked when he pulled in front of the semi and then pulled over to the side of the road. Again, he told me to get out but that I might as well take off the blouse that wasn't covering anything anyway. I was sure that somehow, I had failed Master again and was preparing myself for another spanking. I also knew that if that was the case, this time would not be with his hand. Master left me standing beside the truck in nothing but my collar, my stockings and my heels. He walked back to the semi which had also pulled to the side of the road. I was so tempted to try to cover myself in some way but knew that doing that would really make things worse. Master spoke with the trucker for what felt like an eternity. With every passing second, the color in my face deepened and the excitement rose to a higher level than I thought possible. 

I heard Master call out to me, "Present Slut!" 

I have to admit that I did hesitate for a second and hoped that Master had not noticed before assuming the position. I now stood with my feet approximately 2 feet apart with my fingers interlocked behind my head. I paused while I counted to 10, turned to show my backside again for a 10 count. I then bent over reaching behind me and separating my still red ass cheeks showing off both my asshole and my pussy for a final 10 count and then returned to the original position. I remained in this position until I saw Master nod indicating that I could relax. Master and the trucker stayed there talking for a few more long minutes before shaking hands and walking together towards me. I was really scared now and yet even more excited if that was possible. What did Master have in mind? I had no idea. We had talked in the past about the idea of involving another man in our play, but it had always been an area that Master was not sure he was comfortable with. Like many men, Master was afraid that he would be jealous or feel threatened. 

When they reached the side of the truck where I was standing, Master introduced us. The trucker's name was George and although I was his sweet pet, George could call my slut or whatever he felt comfortable with but my name was unimportant. Master said that he felt I owed George something in return for being innocently drawn into our play and so willingly cooperating in making our fantasies come true. He felt that I should suck George's cock for him. I started to get down on my knees to accomplish this but Master stopped me, forcing me to stand bending over. As I took George's already exposed cock into my mouth, Master told me that he had given George instructions that he could fuck my mouth all he wanted as long as he did not come in it. He could shoot his come anywhere on the outside of my body that he wanted to but could not shoot inside me. I nodded my understanding and proceeded to work my magic on this stranger's cock. 

Master worked the fingers of one hand into my pussy. At first, I was not sure what he was doing with the other hand but he must have been stroking his own cock, making it rock hard. George took a hold of me under my arms using them to pull me onto his cock. He was not quite as large as Master and was able to fuck my mouth to the hilt without triggering my gag reflex. Master, having gotten his cock good and hard, removed his fingers from my pussy and replaced them with his cock. He took a hold of my hips and began to work on that end of my body. He was ramming his cock deep, hard and fast into my pussy. He told me that I had permission to come at will; he didn't care whether I came or how many times I came. This part of the day was all about him and George, the only important thing was their pleasure. 

I have no idea how many times I came there on the side of the road. I know that George fucked my face and shot 2 loads of cum in my face while Master filled my pussy with 2 loads of his own before turning me around. He then allowed George to fuck my pussy while Master fucked my face. They each came 2 more times. I must have come at least a dozen times. I had cum from one end of me to the other, some of it from each of us. When at last they were spent, Master thanked George and helped me back into the truck. He handed me a towel which I had no idea where it came from. Once I had cleaned myself up some, he leaned over and kissed me. He told me over and over how hot that was and how proud he was of me. He told me the choice was mine as to whether I put my clothes back on for the drive home or not. I was to worn out to even care about clothes at that point. Master then got us turned around and headed back home. Seeing how worn out I was, he had me curl up on the seat with my head in his lap. Within seconds it seemed, I was asleep and didn't wake up until we came to a stop in our driveway. 

The rest had done wonders for me. I felt totally renewed. As we entered the house, Master suggested that I might want to go shower and he thought that it was his turn to rest some. I showered and thought back over the day. I could not remember feeling as proud of myself for pleasing Master or as proud of Master for pushing his own limits as well as mine. After showering, I went to the kitchen to start something for us to eat and then went in to the bedroom and curled up in Master's arms to wait for him to wake up. I laid there remembering all that had happened on our ride and even with the number of times I had come, I was still ready for more when Master woke.



The Ride



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My Master has taught me many things. He has taught me how to bring him pleasure. He’s shown me that my punishments are there for a reason and my needs he will always provide. I lack for nothing and so I want to share with you what happened on the way to my Birthday Gift... later if I am allowed, I will share with you what Master gave me. 

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I sit there quietly at my Master’s feet, holding the envelope in my hand. It is pink, one of my favorite colors. There are silly cartoons on the front and I know the card was picked with me in mind, for I love funny things. I love to smile and my Master loves it when I do. The card I knew was my Birthday card. It wasn’t a card to celebrate the day of my birth, but the day of my rebirth... my awakening. There is something inside it, but I know not what, so I slowly open it, savoring the delight and the throb of excitement that is rolling inside me. I look up to Him, the look in His eyes tells me it is something special. I slip the card out and read the humorous joke on the front and then open it. A picture of the park falls out; I pick it up and stare. 

“Get up and dress yourself for public and then I will take you to your gift.” 

I kiss his hand and scurry to our room. My ass wiggles as I crawl on my hands and knees. My breast sway as I move quicker than normal and then a feel a swat on my ass. “Ouch,” I say in surprised shock. 

He laughs and tells me to slow down, he is enjoying the wiggle of my ass and the faster I go the less he can enjoy. I giggle and proceed to slowly crawl my way to our bedroom, knowing his eyes are feasting on me as I do. That thought brings a new wave of liquid silk cascading down my sex and I shudder as I imagine what my gift could be. 

When I reach our bedroom I quickly rise and hurry over to the closet. Dressing for public is something my Master does not allow me to do very often. I am a slave that is kept hidden away from prying eyes, this does not bother me. I am here to serve Him and take care of His needs. Each excursion outside is an adventure. It is during those times my Master rewards me with naughty fantasies, I have shared with Him, desires we both have. I wonder now, what gift He has in store for me.

I dress in a blue navy skirt, one that is all business. I add a white blouse and navy pumps. My hair, red ripples of curls are piled on top of my head and secured by small butterfly tipped hair pins. A string of pearls drape across my waist and the only other item covering my flesh is the choker that proclaims “angle-slut.” It is finely engraving, hidden behind the handcuff charm, that dangles against the center of my throat. 

I walk back to the room, knowing crawling is not allowed when I am clothed unless He orders it.  He tells me I am beautiful. I feel the knowing blush, that His words always provoke, rise over my fair skin.

“Thank you Master.” 

His fingers caress my cheek and I lean into Him. For a moment I do not wish to go out. I wish only to shed my clothes and be the slave I am, but I will not lie... my excitement is high as I walk outside with my Master and then we move to His car. 

“You are driving,” he tells me.

“Master?” I start to ask him why, but I stop. It is not my place to question. I take the keys and slip behind the wheel; he slips in beside me and then we leave. 

The window is open and the wind tickles my hair. I am thankful for the pins. I feel His hand on my thigh and I whimper. “Master.” 

I know my place. I open my legs and feel his hand skate up my thigh, pushing my skirt out of the way. I tremble as honey slips from my pussy. 

“Are you wet?” he asks. 

“Yes, Master. I am always wet for you.” 

“Good,” he says. 

I feel his fingers pet my sex then I hear him whisper, “Do not close your eyes my pet. I would hate to have you damaged.”

My thoughts focus on the road. My Master however has different plans. I feel his fingers slide up my leg and then back down again. Small feathery touches bring rushes of pleasure to my senses and I bite my lip, shift in my seat and open my legs further. The skirt rises higher and I hear him whisper to me that he can feel the heat of my cunt radiating from my pussy. I moan and my lips part in a gasp from his voice alone. 

I continue driving, my speed slowing and he chuckles telling me we will never get there if I do not pay attention. 

It is hard. I concentrate and then I feel his fingers slip over my slit. “Master,” I cry out. 

He asks me... “Can you handle it my pet?”

He asks me... “Can you drive while I fuck you?”

He asks me... “Can you come and still be the safe woman... or are you a slut lost in your need to be taken properly?” 

“Master, I am weak,” I tell him. A tear escapes my eyes and he licks it away. 

“Weak... no my angel-slut, you are a slave. You need my touch... tell me... tell your Master what you need.” 

“I need only you. I need you to touch me. I need you to taste me. I need you to fuck me.”

“Pull over and then come for me,” he commands. 

I do not waste a moment. The car is pulled to the side and parked. Two fingers slam into me and I scream out as the come explodes from my pussy. I feel the wet liquid splash against his hand and flow onto my skirt. I buck against him and my eyes clench tight inside their sockets. “Master.. Oh Master...” 

His fingers move faster and I feel my pussy clench around him. Harder he impales me and the touch of his nails against my skin brings me to another searing wave of heat. I know it is too soon to ask to come again, so I bite my lip and ride his finger. He adds a third. “Masssstt...” I bite my tongue. 

I hear his growl. His lips capture my neck and he sucks hard. 

The words, “Do not come my angel-slut” reach me and I feel my body stiffen as I fight for my Master’s demand. 

I feel it there almost on the edge. The abyss waiting to swallow me up. He pushes his thumb against my clit. Over and over he fucks me. Each thrust is harder than the last. His nails scrap my fleshy pink walls and I feel myself wanting... needing... hungering to explode on His fingers. “Master..., oh fuck Master...” 

“May I ...” 

I gasp....,the words won’t come. But He will not answer a question I have not asked. I know this and it is my job to let Him know what I need. He likes to hear me beg.  I swallow and try again. 

“Master...,May I come?” I scream the sound echos around us. 

He tells me to come for him and I do. The lights of a thousand stars descend on me as my back arches, his fingers impale and my come flows hot in rivers of satin that He takes greedily from me. “Fuck...,” I growl out. My voice isn’t mine. It is primal and raw, thick with need. 

He’s marked my neck. I know this. The realization that I wear his brand upon my skin brings a second wave of nectar, a softer, a more reserved wave of lust. I hear his voice, calming me, telling me to return to him. 

I do. 

His hand comes out and He offers it to me. I lick the glistening juice as does he and our lips press together. Our tongues explore the moist juice and then I shiver with new passion. 
“Drive,” he commands. 

I do.



The Ride



The Ride

10. Sometime in late July, the first year. 

My hair splayed out around me as the trickling flow of the stream lifted and carried it. Soothed by the water, my body warmed in the desert sun. I held Tom's hand and squeezed with love. We had been lying in the creek for nearly half an hour, letting our tired bodies come back to themselves after fucking so so hard. Sighing deeply, I filled my lungs and felt my chest rise. We were both naked. I raised my head and looked down at my body. My breasts were flattened across my chest, nipples soft in their areolea. With a little sigh, I swept my fingers over them, curling my nails across my flesh.

I was sure I knew how to make them perk up. I got my coltish legs under me and gingerly made my barefooted way to the Jeep, where I got the bottle of Dr. Bonner's soap from under the seat and wash cloth and a tube of lube from my bag.

Returning to the creek, I wet the cloth and drenched it in the soap before bringing it to my pussy and bottom and washing gingerly. The soap stung delightfully on my tender ass and around the new ring in my clit hood. Sitting in the water, I spread my legs up-stream and made a dam of them catch the water and rinse off as I lifted the cloth and soaped up my breasts and under my arms before I lying down in the rush, letting the flow wash me clean.

Fresh again, I moved to Tom and washed him up too. He crossed his hands under his head and relaxed as his woman ministered to him. I liked bathing him. We'd have to do this again.

I returned to the Jeep and got the bucket from between the seats to use to rinse him off. Tom is a big guy, and where the stream itself might wash little me off, there was no way I could rinse off Tom without help. Once he was cleansed, I knelt between his legs and took his peppermint smelling cock into my mouth, sucking him lovingly, making him hard for me.

He stiffened wonderfully. The long, smooth shaft of him pressed to the back of my throat as I drew my lips along the length, sucking gently. Hard and powerful, I felt him pulsing on my tongue as I plunged my head down onto him. As my lips held him close in me, I laved him with my tongue, sweeping it over him and around him as I bobbed my head up and down. My wet hair clung around my back and shoulders and fell in wet tendrils to his stomach as my face moved on and off. I inhaled deeply as I sucked him in, loving the sensation making love to him with my mouth. It was heavenly to have him inside of me.

I lifted my mouth from him only reluctantly, but with eager anticipation too as I uncapped the tube of lubricant. Looking Tom in the eye, I swabbed my bottom with it, touching the tips of my fingers inside to push it in. We'd done this only a short time ago, but I thought I could take him there again. I opened to the touch of my finger, pushing the lubricant up and into me, readying. I filled my palm with it too and daubed the slippery stuff onto Tom's cock.

"Again," he asked, a little surprised.

I smiled. "I like it." I was pretty sure I would be a bit sore. But I wasn't lying. I do like it.

Moving over him, kneeling astride him, I held his cock up to my ass and brushed the head of it between my cheeks. Touching it up to my hole, I rolled my hips and felt myself open for him, and I slid down.

I cried out. But I rose up again and came down harder.

"Fuck my ass, Tom, I love that you fuck my ass!"

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That Lindsay and I were going to turns dropping Tom off and picking him up from his river trips that summer had started as fun. A laugh. I can't even remember which of us suggested it, but it seemed so risqué and daring at the time. No, that isn't true. I do remember. It was me. Me and my silly romantic ideas. Lindsay was to take him to the company warehouse, wearing some revealing little outfit, looking all blonde and gorgeous, and make a big deal of leaving him for two whole long weeks, and I would pick him up clad in something just as provocative and gush about seeing him again and how much I had missed him. And since we would be using his own Jeep to do so, we knew his fellow guides would be full of questions. What was up with the two girls? It was supposed to be funny. And if he had back to back trips, we were both going to go down to spend the night with him. Seems dumb now.

When it actually came down to it, aside from the very first time, Lindsay was always kept from making the trip. There was a trip to see her parents, and, after that, the schedule of the volleyball camps she was coaching never seemed to allow her go. So I went. 

The Jeep doesn't have air conditioning, so I never wore much. I draped a bath sheet over the vinyl of the driver's seat and striped down to next to nothing for the journey across the desert. It was a hot drive. Very hot. And this particular time, after Lindsay had moved out, I was also so miserable still that she had left me. Left us. I wanted to see Tom so much. I wanted to love him and have him love me too. I needed his touch. I needed to hear his voice and just talk with him. I hadn't even been able to call him because he was in the wilderness.

When I got to the warehouse, it was obvious Tom's crew was not back yet. I was wearing a retro blouse I had found at a thrift shop that was blousy and gauzy and totally revealing if I moved. So I moved a lot. The sateen strips parted to expose pleated sheer inserts and as much of me as anyone cared to see. My little denim skirt was an unconstructed tube. It was short. If I lifted it up around my waist and let it drop, the silly thing just barely snagged on my narrow hips, and that cling was all that kept it on me. I hadn't bothered with anything under it. For one thing, I liked being kind of daring like that, especially away from home. For another, I found it just a little uncomfortable wearing panties just then. Not that wearing them was so horrible, but going without felt better since my little modification operation. I couldn't wait for Tom to see it.

I was up on the front bumper of the Jeep, waving and dancing with delight and anticipation, when the crew truck rolled in. They all whooped and hollered when they saw me, so I blew kisses. Hopping out, Tom loped to me, and I jumped right on him as he came close. Our first kiss went on for five minutes, as I held to him and just refused to let go. My legs were wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck and my body pressed so tight to him. My skirt must have bunched at my hips in the embrace, exposing a lot of Kelly to the other guides. Oh, well.

But suddenly I was crying in Tom's arms. I had told myself I wouldn't. I was over it. Over her. But there I was, crying and holding on to Tom. He asked me why, concern heavy in his voice as he shifted his hold on me, trying to get me to look at him, clasping me again until I just told him. The woman we loved, Lindsay, didn't love us. We were dumped.

He held me even tighter. He wrapped his strong arms around me and just held on. For a long time. He just held me. I loved him for that.

I quieted at last and he let me down again, my legs wobbly under me then.

When he finally spoke, his voice was calm and reassuring, deep and low and soothing and true. "Jan really hurt her, you know? Just graduated and left." he said softly into my hair. "Linds never was over her. Their break-up was hard on her."

I sniffled. "Didn't sound hard. They were really fucking noisy about it." My voice sounded shrill. I hated that it did.

Tom held me tighter and kissed my cheek. "Jan was her first love, honey."

I sputtered, "She was my first! Why is that more important for her than for me?"

Tom almost shrugged, then redeemed himself by hugging me instead. "She is still in love with her. More than she loves you."

I sniffed again. "More than she loves you too?" I hid my face in his shirt. It was an old worn one, so very soft, the ones I liked to wear myself when lounging around our home. It kind of smelled, but it smelled of Tom, so that was okay. I bunched it under my fingers and held on.

"Lindsay was never in love with me."

I nodded into his shirt, affirming my reply. "She was. She loved both of us." I still wanted to believe it myself.

Tom kissed the top of my head. "No. She wanted to be in love with you, and I think she tried. I was only allowed to be around because of you."

I didn't want to believe him. I had seen the two of them making love. They cared for each other. The way they touched, the way... it occurred to me abruptly that they had touched very little lately. When we made love, I made love to both of them, but more and more they each only made love to me. Why hadn't I seen that? Why hadn't I understood that?

No. I blindly thought they were as much in love with each other as I was in love with them. I wanted that to be true. I needed it to be true.

"How do you know all this," I demanded in exasperation. "It isn't fair you know things I don't."

That time he did shrug. "She was honest with me when we went out last winter, before you came along. She was open about being lesbian and that we weren't going to get involved, she just wanted to..." 

"Fuck?" I finished for him.

"That was what she wanted," he continued. "Once she understood I was fine with that, she opened up a lot. We weren't supposed to get involved."

I stamped. "That makes no sense. She opened up to you because you weren't going to get involved?"

He nodded. "Some people are afraid to let others know them too well. Sometimes they run away if they even think someone understands them."

"Why," I wanted to know. I needed an explanation. "I have always been looking for someone who understands me, who knows me without having to be told." Like you, I meant to say. I wish I had.

"Come on," he said. Taking me by the hand, he led me around and into the Jeep. With a wave and a shout to his crew that he would be back in the morning, we roared out of the warehouse yard and into the desert to the north, driving for over an hour as Tom let me cry as much as I wanted to as we talked. I thought I had cried before, but I was wrong.

Finally, he pulled onto a side road that looked like it had not seen traffic in years and slowed to a crawl that actually made me enjoy the scenery. The view was fantastic, rocks all fluted and scored by the passage of wind, water, and time, and taking a good look soothed me. We finally stopped beside a barely running stream and turned to kiss again. Tom's hands found my body, teasing and tempting me as he caressed me and discovered my bare flesh under my clothes.

I squirmed hotly as his hand rose up my thigh. "Tom," I breathed, "I have something I need to show you." I had barely said it when his fingers grazed over my lips, touching my pussy so lightly and lovingly. Touching me teasingly, rolling a finger up and...

He stopped, moved his finger again and made sure he found it. I shivered a little at the touch. Drawing back a little, he looked at me hard.

Turning in my seat, I pulled up my skirt and showed him.

"Wow," he said. "When did you do this? His fingertip reached to touch the ring through my clit hood delicately. "Has it healed?"

"I had it done almost two weeks ago and no, it hasn't." His finger drew back carefully, afraid of hurting me.

Tom stared at the ring, almost unable to do anything but look at my pussy and her new adornment.

"I was depressed about Lindsay. I just did it. But I have been thinking about it for a long time."

He laughed and took me into his arms and hugged me close, pulling me to almost into his lap as he wrapped me up and held me. "I love you, Kelly."

My whole body trilled when he said that. I came up kissed him so hard.

"I want you so," I murmured into our kiss. "We shouldn't fuck until I heal. I ccan suck your cock. And then..."

"And then?" he repeated.

I pressed my body hard to his, hanging on to him tight, before slipping out of the Jeep. "I want you to fuck my ass."

*****

We met when I was 19 years old, a sophomore. I thought of myself as so mature and sophisticated then. I'd had lovers, and I'd had sex with boys who weren't my lovers. I could get into bars like the one where Tom was playing the night we met. I can't say I noticed him right away though. Boys with guitars are everywhere, aren't they? During a break, he sat down at the table I was sharing the table with some people I barely knew, but which was better than standing alone. After greeting them, he looked at me like he'd never seen a woman before. There was wonder in his eyes, and hunger. No man had looked at me like that before. Certainly, I had had guys come on to me. And I had flirted with boys too. But there was something entirely different in the way Tom admired me. It was not at all safe. I liked it. I flirted back, but I held him off. Playing hard to get was fun for me just then. I'd discovered control and was enjoying it.

But I went back to see him play the next week, taking two friends along for company. They gracefully vanished when he sat down and asked me out. I knew he would. I'd seen his eyes. That hunger I saw in them must have been contagious though, because I slept with him on our first date.

I had slept over on our second and third dates too. We were at his house on the morning after the third one, on a Wednesday, and all I had on a little blue tank top and nothing else, fresh from the shower, with Tom shuffling around trying to figure out what to do with me. We were both ditching class, something rare for me. Drying my hair in his tiny little bathroom, feeling self-conscious and bold at the same time, I knew that my pubic hair and ass were exposed every time I lifted my arms. Tom complimented me, but I dismissed it, saying I had a guy's ass. Way too skinny. Not full and round like the other girls. I had been naked with boys before, of course, but not running around and staying that way naked, like I was then. I'd rarely just been naked.

But I liked that he had complimented my ass. 

For some reason I can't recall now, I led us out into the backyard. Chilly, barefoot, wearing only that little blue tank, flouncing around past the woodpile, trying to make sure I didn't step into any of the remaining piles of snow or on anything else, feeling—knowing—that my top had come up and exposed my bottom to Tom's eyes as he stood by the back door and watched me. My nipples were very stiff too, in the winter air. I felt, perhaps for the first time I my life, that I looked sexy. Not just kind of pretty. Not cute in some outfit. Sexual.

I was still newly sexual, really. Tom was only the 13th guy I had done. (I don't know if that is a lot. I sometimes think that it is. Is it? I'd love to know. I tried looking it up and couldn't find the answer.) I didn't go around broadcasting my more confident sexuality, it just seemed to show. As a freshman, I had been a bit of a wild child, and some of the guys I dated may have known I would go to bed with them when they asked me out. I liked sex. I went down on all of them before we fucked, because I like to have a cock in my mouth. As a sophomore though, I only dated two guys. I'd broken up with the second around Christmas. And then there was Tom.

I wasn't used to being looked at the way that Tom looked at me in his backyard that day. I knew some boys thought I was pretty, but there was something heavy and intense in the way Tom followed me with his eyes. I kind of felt, and this may sound silly, that while those other boys liked me, thought I was attractive, fucked me and whatever it is boys do about the girls they sleep with, Tom appreciated me. He made me feel gorgeous.

None of those other guys exhibited an undue interest in my bottom either. And Tom's interest wasn't really undue; He seemed interested in all of me: my hair, my breasts, face, neck, tummy, legs, feet, pussy. And my ass. 

He took me inside and back to bed. We fucked after I blew him a little. I love giving head. Giving head makes me wet. It makes me feel so powerful too, to be giving pleasure to a man. Tom always took care with me as we made love, learning how to respond to my body, the sounds I made and what they meant. I had really known a lover like him before. I had heard other girls talk about sex like that, but I hadn't experienced it. Certainly I'd never known one who fucked me until dawn. I came and then came again.

I moved under Tom's weight as he rode atop me, absorbing the sublime ecstasy of his cock driving in and out of my sex. I squirmed each time he pushed the full length of it all the way into me, feeling it pressing to me, almost too deep, then the flex of his hips as he rubbed the base of his cock on my clit. When that happened, my body shivered as little shocks swept through me.

My wrists were bound to the corners of the bed, and I wrapped my fingers around the straps that secured me and pulled. I'd never been tied up for sex before I met Tom either. He had bound my wrists with my own panties the second time we had made love, and I had liked it. Just then, the dynamic tension in my muscles met the flood of electric sensation radiating outward from my clit and I cried out. I've always been a loud girl, but I was certain I was louder than ever then.

Raising my legs, I bent my knees and tugged at Tom's hips, fucking him as that marvelous cock slipped in and out of me. Wisps of my long hair caught on the damp skin of my face and neck as I thrashed my head back and forth. How I loved fucking Tom. Could I have been falling in love with him? After three dates? Yes.

I was sweaty and limp from multiple orgasms when Tom untied me and urged me onto my tummy. Dipping his head, he licked me between my cheeks, something no one else had done, and he ran a finger over my dark star. I shivered as he did, vaguely aware of what he was thinking. My body didn't seem to mind, but my head had questions. 

He didn't ask me. He just aimed his cock into me and before I could even suggest we have a nice, long, rational conversation about butt fucking, he was inside of me. God, it fucking hurt. He held still, stroking my back and bottom gently, letting me get used to the shock of having his thing in me there.

He told me, reassured me, promised me that he would stop if it hurt me. But he had already hurt me, hadn't he? I focused on the feeling of him in my butt and then he moved, slowly, gently, deeper, then out again.

The sensation was alien and uncomfortable and I wanted him out of me. He kissed me, not moving for the longest time, just letting me relax and... and what? Enjoy it?

He moved again, and it wasn't so bad. The sting was gone. My ring throbbed dully but not painfully. He just felt so weird in me.

Slowly, he began fucking me. He cock seemed so much longer and thicker than when it went into my cunt. It felt different. His strokes were slow and deliberate as he let me get used to this new and horrible sensation. I hoped he would come quickly. I had already sucked his cock and fucked him. How long could the man go on? But Tom can last a long time when he wants to. One night, we fucked until I came as many times as my age. I think he knew he should hurry though, that first time he fucked my ass. 

He did, and I was glad.

On our next date though, he asked what I wanted to do after we had dinner, and I surprised him by saying, "I want to do what we did last time." I'd talked to some of the other girls in the dorm and thought about it a long time (two days), before I got some special purpose lubricant and planned my answer, should the subject come up ever again. I came that night, from being done up the butt. We rollicked and rolled, and I came so delightfully.

Then, after five more dates, spring break came and I didn't hear from him anymore. I couldn't believe he just dumped me like that. No call, no anything. And I was far too proud to find out.




The Ride



Pride sucks.

Nearly a year later, he and Lindsay had shown up to go on a ski trip with me and the guy I had dated a few times. I thought they were a couple. It really hurt to see them together, knowing she was getting to do the things I liked so much. I wanted them both, even though neither was my date, so I arranged to have them, have them all, in a snowed in motel room. And then I seduced Tom and Lindsay at a special dinner. Or they seduced me. It doesn't much matter, does it? We became lovers, the three of us.

Seven months after that ski trip, Lindsay was gone, but I understood finally that Tom really loved me and I loved him because, damn it, he knew me and understood me and that was what lovers do.

And just then, I wanted him to fuck my ass.

*****

In the Utah desert, I sat on the bumper of the Jeep and pushed Tom's shorts down. His hard cock was standing up, wet stuff leaking out of it already. I reached for him with my tongue and licked him, tasting the pre-cum. He sighed as I licked the tip, but moaned a moment later as I slipped his cock past my lips and took him in my mouth. My hair danced wildly as I bobbed up and down on his cock, and he wrapped his fingers around my hair and gently held it out of the way for me as I savored the sensation of his being in my mouth, proud of what I can do as a cocksucker.

Reaching between my thighs, I dipped fingers carefully into my cunt, wetting them, and smeared my ass with my cream. Again and again I did so, pushing my wetness up inside of me. A finger went in easily. I looked up at Tom, letting his cock drop from my lips as I turned around, getting up onto the bumper again, lowering into squat as I turned my ass toward him. The front bumper on old Jeeps like Tom's are like a flat shelf. I had plenty of room to stand, or crouch there.

There are two little hook things on the hood, and I slipped my fingers through them and hung on as my skirt rode up higher and exposed my ass. My feet, in the wedgies I was wearing, slipped into the corners just below the bars over the radiator.

Tom grasped my hips under his heavy hands as he slid his cock up and down between my out-thrust cheeks. He was insistent, urgent and driven, our two week separation making him hard with desire. I lifted to him, feeling my pussy lips score his cock, before I came down again and almost took him inside of me. He stopped just in time, being careful of the new piercing. Lining up the head of his cock with my star, he pressed into me, pushing forward slowly, letting me accept him.

I rose up again, pulling on the hook things, letting myself down, my weight pushing my ass onto his hard cock. Oh, how I love the feel of that cock inside of me. It stung, as it always does, for a moment, before I relaxed and opened to him, breathing slowing and carefully, and he came right up inside of me. I held fast to the hookie things and bounced lightly up and down on my feet as he fucked me. It felt good, being fucked that way, in the middle of the desert, no one around for miles, being taken by the man I loved in that purely physical union.

So I told him I loved him at the top of my voice. I screamed it into the wilderness. Whipping my hair around, I turned to look at him, panting, eyes searching him out, feeling his hard flesh driving inside of me. I gulped, seeing how handsome he looked, straining above me, naked and tanned.

"I love you to fuck my ass."

"I love fucking your ass, Kelly," he said. "Your ass is beautiful."

His big cock stretched me and pummeled me. My body shook each time he slid all the way inside. I shivered and shook when he did. One of my hands raked my breasts hard, the stiff tips of each standing up so hard. I barked, urging him, telling him to fuck me.

"Fuck my ass, Tom."

I slammed down onto him, filled by him, crying out loudly again as I came. I was hot, dripping sweat in the desert heat, dripping cream from my pussy as he took my ass again and again and I came.

We had one night together. Just driving to meet him and then driving back took me longer. In the morning, he would be outfitting another two-week trip. I didn't care. In that moment, I needed him, wanted him. I was a slutty bitch, holding on the hood of his Jeep as he fucked me, fully clothed, with my skirt up around my waist and my unbuttoned blouse flopping around me with each thrust of his cock into my ass.

He came, spraying into me and calling out, telling me he loved me and meaning it. I fell over the hot hood of the Jeep, the metal hotly burning on my poor little tits and tummy. I couldn't move though. I was just too too done.

Tom eventually went soft and my ass released him. He undressed me gingerly and led me over to the stream to cool me off. The water was only inches deep, and we lay there together, holding hands, as the stream swept around us. We kissed, then held hands some more.

I was naked in the wilderness, but everything was going go be all right. Tom and I were alright.

The water soothed and calmed. The sun heated me. I liked being naked in the wilderness. I was going to spend a lot more time being nude, I decided. I already posed that way. We'd hiked nude once. I was going on many more nude hikes. The idea made me laugh. I needed to laugh.

We lay, hands joined, but more.

Hot, needy, horny for my lover, I rose from the stream to get the soap and bathe us both. I needed to fuck again, because this was love. 

And then, there I was, after the bath, saying, "Fuck my ass, Tom, I love that you fuck my ass!"

My knees dug into the gritty sand of the stream bed as I rose and fell on his cock.

"I love you, Kelly," Tom murmured. I shivered and quaked as he did. His cock in my ass, going in and out as I made love with him, was so divine. 

Leaning over him, my hair once more fell to tickle his bare chest before our lips met. I felt a tug in my new piercing as I shifted. What would it feel like when he fucked my pussy after it had fully healed? I was dying to know. And what about when he licked me? Or... what if someone else licked me? I thought of Yana, my best friend and shook away the very idea. Jeni? Yum! Or Amy, the tall, black-haired pre-law major who posed for me?

Tom's big hands clasped my ass. He can actually get my whole ass in his hands. Makes for amazing spankings too. As he held me, we moved together, my bottom sliding on and off of his hard penis. Knowing he likes for me to, I cupped my breasts and fondled myself, his eyes following my hands and watching me as I did. My nipples were stiff and pretty in the sunlight.

I shifted, the grit of the streambed beginning to grate on my knees. Getting my feet under me, I gingerly moved until I squatted atop of Tom and once more slid up and down on his cock. I don't always cum when we make love that way. Sometimes it is just fun to be so full. That is how I felt just then. The sensation was nice, loving, but not as intense as it can be.

Raising my hands from my breasts and their oh, so pointy tips, I fanned out my hair, letting it fall in calico waves across my back and chest. I did it again, the feel of its half-damp wet weight mingling with the softness of its texture to delight me. I whipped it forward, letting Tom feel how wonderful my hair felt too as I swept it across his chest.

Inside of me, his cock moved. In my ass.

Flowing up on top of him again, I came down hard and felt a stirring. Now, that was wonderful. I bounced harder, wanting to intensify that feeling. Tom gripped my hips to help me come down harder still, and the bloom of sensation erupted. 

Gasping beneath me, Tom smiled and moaned as my ass milked his cock as I spasmed around him. I fell forward, just catching myself on my hands as they found his chest. My lips parted in a silent scream before my ecstasy split the quiet air of the desert.



The Ride



This almost happened and was the basis for this story - oh had it only happened with him...mmmmmm

I wrote this story when I had a huge sexy crush on a man I saw on the subway once or twice a week. He always smiled and spun his wedding ring around nervously when I sat next to him. I made him nervous I guess. 

I left the first poem and story next to him one day, winked at him and then got off at the next stop. 

The next time I saw him - he just said "I wish I was still single - you make my heart beat faster than it has in a long time" And then he winked and left me the second poem. 

See what you think, hope it leaves you wanting - just wanting more...(giggle and blush) 

The Cat & Mouse.... 

It is a game of cat and mouse and I can feel like a trap is about to be sprung – I sit and wait in anticipation of your arrival. From which direction will you come and when? I am not in control and uneasiness has filled the moment. 

Then feel like I am being watched – I scan the crowd and I can feel your presence. Across a room the desire and heat can be felt...you are the cat - a panther I imagine – and I, the prey – the mouse. I am right; you are dressed in black - from head to toe. A look that conveys control and darkness. Yes, the panther is indeed on the prowl... 

With eyes that give me shivers to my very womanly core you focus on me in a crowd of hundreds. I want to look away, but can't.... 

Your gaze travels all over my body! My knees go weak - A gasp escapes from me as I feel an all too familiar desire rise within me.... 

I look for escape...I move quickly, hoping to out run my desire for the physical "you". I feel danger and I move from my seat into the ever-moving wall of dancers. I weave throughout the crowd. My mind races with various scenes of you and I in the throws of passion. The rawness and the realness leave me reeling. I am brought back to reality as a hand grasps my wrist - it's you! 

You grab me by my waist and press me close to you. I can feel the heat of your breath on my neck. I see that the hunt to has left you out of breath. I too am out of breath and the closeness of you leaves me more than panting and searching for just mere air. My breasts rise and fall against your chest – it is intoxicating this closeness! You look down at my cleavage and glance up and moisten your lips. That very act deepens my yearning. My body is betraying me, as I feel slight tremours desire run through me! 

You caress the small of my back. A small touch that fans the flames of sex and desire within me even more. The humid warmth of the club, your manly musky scent mixed with my overwhelming desire for your body is creating a situation I can not escape from..... 

My nipples ache as they brush against your shirt. You draw me closer. I feel your interest in me rising - I try to move away from you. For the first time since seeing you I try to struggle out of your web. I say, "No - I made a mistake - this was wrong! I have to go! This isn't really me! 

I don't know what I was thinking -- "I stammer as I continue to try to get free from your hold. 

You stop me with a hard kiss that takes my breath away - all the while one hand gliding up my hip. I break away from the kiss. My lips burning and my mind racing! I gasp for breath and again make the effort to push you away - my hands now on your chest. I can feel your heart beating – it is racing as fast as my own. 

Your strength is great and with each movement to escape your hold on me becomes stronger. It is useless to struggle I quickly realize! I collapse against your body. I need time to think...what should I do? What do I want to do? With the quick reflexes you take your free hand and softly cradle my chin. I have no choice but to gaze into your piercing eyes You give me a very wicked grin and whisper in my ear, "I think the lady doth protest too much...". 

The crowd is now pushing in on us. I am getting moister - I blush - as if you can read my mind and know that my own body is betraying me. My need for you is growing and I can feel myself wanting to make contact with you right here – right now! Reason is fleeting and emotion and desire are taking over. My animal instincts are at the surface – ready to break through at any moment! I want to touch you and touch myself. My mind tells me to run – to get away – to not look at you! I turn my head to avert your burning gaze! Your hand moves from my chin to the back of my head - your hand winds itself into my long hair. 

I am unable to move. I can scarcely breath. My pulse is racing and my heart beating faster than it ever has. A strange mixture of fear, passion and raw desire has control of me. I'm paralyzed - I am fully in your power.... 

Your other hand continues to glide up my thigh and moves ever so slowly across the top of my leg and along my inner thigh. I try to scream the word "Stop", but it comes out rather weakly. Much like a moan, which seems to amuse you. You give me that now familiar wicked grin and bend you head and kiss the hollow of my neck. Your lips traveling a sensuous path down my throat and beyond... I am floating away on a sea of longing and desire.... the ache that fills me is almost unbearable! 

I am brought back to reality as I realize you have moved further to my now very moist mound! My eyes widen - you have tricked me - I am caught off guard -.... My mind races, "Please God", I say to myself. I hear you laugh again and darkly whisper, "My dear, God can not help you now!" With that you touch me "there" - that little nub of passion - electricity flies through my body! "I think the devil will have to paid his dues tonight, little one not God!" as my body is jolted to full attention. Every nerve ending sings out with abandonment. 

I cling to you as small cries and moans again escape me! I ride wave after wave of passion. You play with me as a cat would with a mouse. Back and forth – back and forth – I ride the waves of desire. You are skilled at what you do and you know how to prolong this aching wanting of lustful pleasure and pure agony! I am helpless and at your mercy! 

The music surrounds me - I am lost. I reach for you instinctively and feel your manhood bulging with anticipation. You give me that knowing look of a 'true' captor and I hear these words, "Now little mouse you are all mine...." 

This little mouse knows she has been caught and that the real "the game" has just began...... The little mouse has a plan of her own...... 

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I didn't forget now the poem I also left with the story for my "subway crush"....are you hard yet....giggle I hope so....here you go... 

I Want.... 

I want to feel your breath hot against my cheek. I want to hear you sigh against my breast. 

I want to feel the trembling of your chest as you surrender to a deep moan. 

I want to slip my tongue into places as yet unexplored. 

I want to run my fingers through your hair and clench it in my fists, as you nibble on soft and tender spots. 

I want to smell the scent of your aftershave, A musky maleness that sends me into lustful tremors. 

I want to feel your hands stroke my sides While your thumbs tease my nipples until they ache. 

I am going crazy with the need of you. I want to touch every inch of your body, Until your skin burns with my wanting. 

I want to squeeze, caress, lick and fondle. Like a jockey at the races, I want to feel the power of you between my thighs. I want to ride you hard, Building this fire higher and higher. I wait for you. - I ache for you. Touch myself in anticipation. I'm wet. I pulse with the need of you. I don't want to come. 

I want to wait for you. 

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Here is his reply and his poem he handed me.... 

"Pretty One" I was left breathless and yearning for you after reading your story and poem. You are a brave and beautiful woman who obviously is a romantic and a siren. I fear that I will crash upon seeing you gain into the deep waves of passion - 

If - and I said IF - I were not happily married you can bet that that longing that I felt and the passion that overcame me when reading your erotic note would be indeed quickly become a reality. 

Sweet sweet girl....never lose that fire and passion. 

The man that you finally will be with you will be not only lucky, but pleasured I'm sure beyond his expectations and dreams. 

He will die a happy and cuckold man. They say in ever woman is a vixen waiting to get out...you my dear are a true vixen! Bravo! 

I will return the favour.. After going home and reading your letter and poem - having a cold shower was my only remedy - that and some fine self-pleasuring while thinking of you and your sweet lips... My wife was surprised too that I needed a shower at 2 pm in the afternoon... 

I sat down in my study and wrote this...even now I feel another attack of the vixen coming on....This is for you..... Liam 

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Bewitched 

Bewitched by you, my private hell 
A place that I love so well 
So completely under your spell 
Enchanted by your tempestuous touch 
Never have I felt so much 
My blood pulses thru my veins 
Flowing like cool night rain 
Disembodied by hunger I've had so long 
The decadence becomes so very strong 
I live to feel your hands on me 
You take me where I long to be. 
Until we meet again....my cherie
Liam



The Ride



"Hey baby! Wanna come for a ride?" he shouted to the woman walking down the street. He was cruising along there is his mustang convertible leaning out the window as he spoke.

She was a good looking woman wearing a cute skirt and matching jacket, the skirt riding just below her upper thighs. She ignored him and turned her head of flaming red hair the other way, making it clear she would never ride with the likes of him.

"How 'bout some candy, little girl?" he suggested with enough charm that she actually considered it. But no, she kept walking. He would have to do better than that. 

"Come on baby, I'll take ya for a ride you won't ever forget. A real ride, the kind that'll make your legs weak and that sassy ass tingle." He gave her that look, that serious 'I can do it and you know it' look. 

She sidestepped a little closer to his car. He was wearing her down, just not quite enough yet. 

"I'll make ya twitch baby, make ya feel good all over, I'll take ya places you've never been, take you so far there won't be any coming back." 

He grinned then -- a real bad boy's grin. He had 'bad boy' written all over.

"See this babe, know what it's for? He asked pointing down to the neat little step at the side entrance door of his car. It's where you put your knees, babe, while I pump some wild feel good sensations through that fine body of yours." 

"Men!" she muttered to herself, her smile widening. 

That was her guy cruising beside her, but he'd never done anything like that before. She remembered the last time they had sex and she had complained a little that they never tried anything new. This must be his attempt at putting a little excitement back in their sex life. All right, she would play along. Besides, she was tired of walking. 

"All right, handsome," she purred. "Take me for a ride." She doubted it would be all that much fun, but hey, she had nothing else to do. 

Nicole got into the car.

"So where we going, Hon?" she asked without a lot of interest. 

"To the woods, my dear Nikki. Gonna meet Mr Big Bad Boy," he said with an evil grin.

"Tony, I've had a long day. Where're we going, really?" Her hard day had been shopping and the spa.

"I told ya the woods babe. You said we weren't like, spicy enough. I believe you even used the word 'dull', and so... I got you a little surprise. You remember you called me too anal retentive to come up with anything new and exciting? Well baby, were going to find out just who is anal retentive. 

"Oh crap," she thought. "He couldn't possibly mean... that..." she bit her lip. 

"Tony," she said aloud, "Just take us home, I'm tired. I'm not in the mood to fool around."

"Don't worry baby, we're just going to the woods. I didn't say you'd have to walk anywhere." He gave her his most charming smile. "In fact all you gotta do is point that fine ass my way and I'll take care of the rest."

Nikki felt a small wave of excitement run through her. This wasn't like him at all. She looked at him with a smattering of disbelief, was he really going to take her to the woods? 

"Jeez Nikki," she told herself, "You're in trouble now. You got him all riled up telling him he couldn't come up with anything new. Now what... what are ya gonna to do if he decides to get kinky? You asked for it. You've been asking for it for a long time." 

She knew it was true. She had been asking for more. It was those dang books she read -- those books that told her what she was missing in life. Oh no! What if he'd read some of those books too! 

"Umm..." she hesitated. "Just what do you have planned?" she asked, a little worried. 

"Baby, like I said. Just going to take you for a ride. There is a little surprise in the trunk for ya."

"What do mean the trunk? What's in the trunk?" 

He was upping the stakes now. He had her curious, and like he promised, her body did tingle. She was worried about her ass now and she wasn't sure just how much tingling she wanted there.

"Patience babe, patience. There won't be any peeking till we get there." He was enjoying the worried look spreading over her face. 

Nikki was quiet, her mind racing at what he might have planned. Damn, if he had read some of that tripe in those books, she was in for a lot more than she might ever have imagined.

Tony pulled into a secluded spot in the local conservation area, stopped the car and told her stay right there and wait for him. He got out and went round the back of the car, and he knew Nikki could hear him rummaging in the trunk. He pulled out a nice new backpack.

Nikki sat in the car, worry clearly written on her face. What could he possibly be up too? How far would he actually go? She wasn't afraid he'd hurt her in anyway. He was her husband after all. But those books had suggested that pain and pleasure were very close indeed. Her worried frown changed to excited apprehension. She started to feel like a woman in one of those books, and she was getting all hot and bothered. A little moisture escaped, dampening her panties. 

"Okay babe, step outside here," he said. Seriousness framed his face. He opened the back seat door -- the one with the wide step at the bottom -- that same step he'd told her was for kneeling on. Nikki got out and stood, waiting for the next command. She decided it was kinda fun and would do whatever he told her, as long as it didn't involve anything too twisted. 

"Give me your hands babe," he said pulling her hands in front of her waist. Tony reached down into the backpack and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"Tony you can't do that! What if there are people around?"

"Don't worry. I checked it out babe. No one's anywhere near," he said and was so quick with the cuffs, she didn't have a chance to protest any further. Her hands were neatly bound in front of her.

"Now the fun stuff baby," he said with an overly satisfied grin. 

He was getting hot too; his woman in a short skirt with her hands trussed had his cock rising at an alarming rate. She'd just been to the spa and smelled great too. He had plans, was going to make her cum over and over. He was certain by the time he was done with her that she'd never complain again. A guy had to preserve his image. If she wanted more than he had given in the past, she was in for a big surprise now. 

Tony pushed her over, headfirst into the back seat of the car.

"Tony! Someone will see! Let me up!" She squirmed around, trying to get her balance back so she could stand up. 

His hand grabbed her ass, under the skirt. 

"Relax babe. There's nobody around," he whispered into her ear. 

She felt her skirt being pulled up and his fingers touching her thighs. His hands felt like fire, searing though the flimsy material of her panties. His soft kisses, hot and whispery ran down her neck. With his two hands on her ass now, she thought she might melt. He was pulling her panties down real slow, and as they rode down to her knees, cool air hit her ass and she was fully exposed. 

"Get them knees up there on the step," he commanded, giving her ass a little slap. The bulge in his pants threatened to escape.

Oh damn she couldn't refuse now. The thrill was immediate. That little slap helped wet her pussy, and now she didn't care who might be watching them. He held her ass to steady her while she kneeled on the step. Just like he planned, she was in exactly the right position. 

Nikki felt his hot tongue as it licked her and toured its way around her inside lips, up into her soaked pussy. The effect on her was unreal -- cool air from outside and his hot mouth circling her ass and pussy stirred up the senses unlike she had ever experienced before. Being exposed to the outside world had a certain thrill.

His cock ached, throbbed with wanting her. He released his appendage from the confines of his jeans and pushed against her ass, making her gasp with the intent.

"Ready baby, ready for the first part? He whispered, pressing now against her pussy.

The first part? Oh damn ya, she was ready. She pushed her ass a little higher, making it easier for him to take her.

Tony slapped her ass again, a little harder.

"You like that baby?" His fingers slid along her clit, feeling the slick moisture. He slowly pushed his cock in, a little teasing at her entrance.

"Tony babe, jeez just do it. I can't stand it, just do me Tony!" 

Tony didn't need any more encouragement. He took her slow and easy at first, building momentum, until he was slamming her good. She screamed a couple times, not caring if anyone heard. Bright hot flashes of ecstasy were hers and she came with a rush as he, too, increased his speed until he shot into her, filling her with his seed. 

"Oh jeez I hope no one saw that," she whispered, standing back up, a smile on her face.

"That's just the start babe, if any one is around, they might take a liking to what I'm gonna do next." 

"Next? What do mean next, I thought you couldn't get it up a second time so soon?" she grinned hoping he could.

"Don't' worry Nikki babe. What I'm gonna do next doesn't require my dick, just yet." He was getting turned on thick and heavy, with the image of her ass up over his lap in the back seat of the car.

"Give me your hands again babe," he said, reaching around in front and undoing the cuffs. "Put your hands behind your back." 

"Tony!" she cried, as he grabbed her hands, not waiting for her to comply. Having her hands once again bound, but this time behind her, caused a hot little wave of excitement to tear through her. Tony grabbed the backpack and tossed it onto the floor of the car. He got in first, arranging himself in the middle of the seat. She was left standing there next to the car, not quite comprehending what he had in mind.

"Okay babe. Come on. Right here over my lap," he said. With her panties still around her knees and her hands behind her back, she looked so turned on that he thought he might come just seeing her all worked up, not knowing what to expect next. 

"Come on. You can't stand out there with your panties down. Someone might come by," he said wickedly.

"Oh you snake! You sure know how to make a girl blush," she said, turning red, thinking someone might indeed be looking. 

She had no choice but to do as he asked. With a bit of trouble because her hands were tied, she managed, with his help, to lie over his lap. A whole new set of thrills tormented her body. She'd never been over his lap before, with her ass so exposed right out there in the open.

"You ready baby? Ready for the second part?" His cock was growing already, and he hadn't even touched her yet.

"You better not do anything weird Tony. I mean it," she said, getting concerned.

Tony didn't say a word. He just enjoyed the view a few minutes, then he pulled her panties down further before starting to caress her ass and pussy. She was squirming some when his fingers worked her clit. The bulge in his pants got a little harder with her wiggling around over his dick 

Tony! Jeez, what if someone sees! Close the door," she said getting even hotter.

"Relax babe. There's nobody out there. Besides, like I said -- if there is, they got a great view of your fine ass." He gave her another little slap. 

Tony resumed fondling her, working her up until her body was having little twitches of pleasure.

He reached down for the little bag of tricks and set it right behind her ass, resting it against her legs. There wasn't much room, but he wasn't worried. Tony gave her another little slap, then another, still working her clit with his other hand. She was good and wet then and raised her ass a little higher over his lap. He reached into the bag and pulled out a small, wicked little vibe he bought that day. Turning it up to its max setting, he aimed for her pussy. 

The effect was immediate, and she bounced around on top of him, making his cock almost hurt with expectation. His hand found her ass again and he warmed it well with sharp slaps from his hands, giving it a nice red glow. Nikki didn't care who might be watching then. She was ready to cum, her ass was hot, and her pussy tingled in most delightful way. The little vibe was insanely wicked as he ran it up and down her slit and around her rear hole.

"Ya like that don't ya babe? Now I got one more little surprise for ya baby," he said reaching for some lube and a nice set of anal beads. 

Nikki felt the lube at her rear hole, his fingers working some in. 

"No! Tony not there!" she cried out, not really wanting him to stop. 

The little vibe pushed at her pussy while the beads slid up her rear passage one by one. He set a nice slow rhythm, pushing both toys in and out of her entrances till she screamed and squirted, soaking them both.

"Ya got one more round coming baby," he smiled, undoing her cuffs and putting the toys back in the pack, his cock ready to explode. 

With a little struggle they changed positions with him on top facing her. She was ready for that, and his cock filled her hot and hard. His throbbing dick pumped her at a startling rate. They both climaxed, and bright and brilliant waves of ecstasy were theirs. They lay spent and happy, entangled together for some time in the back seat of his car.

"Well baby was it worth the ride?" he asked closing the car door.

"Oh you know it was," she purred looking forward to their next car ride. She would never say their lovemaking was dull ever again.



The Ride



Lynn thought about the words, ‘a watched pot never boils' as she stared at the clock. It seemed like it was four fifty five forever. Monday was easily the worst day of the week. Five o'clock just meant so many more hours until she was back in cubicle hell, but at least she was going to be free for the day. Finally the hands made the long awaited move, and it wasn't five oh one before she was headed toward the door. She made a beeline to the elevator bay and caught a car just as she had pressed the button to go downstairs. On her way to the subway station she thought about the conversation she'd had with him earlier in the day, just after lunch. He always sent her instant messages right around then, teasing her, telling her dirty things that he wanted to do to her, telling her how he wanted to make her finger herself at her desk. She wouldn't do it, but lord, did it make her moist. He was her afternoon playmate. She'd always tell him how bad he was for doing what he liked to do to her, but she'd never tell him to stop. It had been a long time for Lynn, truth be told, and she liked the sensations that his thoughts created between her thighs. She would sit and clench her pussy muscles together with his every comment, all the while telling him how bad he was and how wet he was making her. She knew it turned him on to think about the waves of wetness he caused to develop deep inside of her. She liked to turn him on. It made her think about the pictures he'd sent her via email. She knew she shouldn't be thinking of it now, but it pushed it's way into the fore of her thoughts, that hard black dick of his. She smiled to herself as she descended the subway stairs. Just thinking about it made her lick her lips. As much as she wanted to feel it in her pussy, she always thought of sucking it first. 

She snapped out of her naughty reverie as she was greeted by a platform packed with bodies, people everywhere with the same goal as her: just get home and relax. She didn't have to go very deep onto the platform since she always rode in the very first car of the train. She hated packed platforms and subway cars though. The reality of it crashed her party and she could feel her moistness begin to wane. It was for the best, however. That was no state to ride the train in. Especially with all the strangers and bodies so tightly packed. Any one could be rubbing against her. She made a note to try and get to a spot where she could place her plump, soft ass against a door. No pervert would get his jollies off from her supple, curvaceous figure today, that was for damned sure. 

She could hear the train as it rumbled through the tunnel, the lights blaring as it made it's way into the station. The car was already quite full and she found herself a position right by the doors, waiting for them to open. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw someone familiar, she thought it was her afternoon playmate, but when she looked again she didn't see him. The doors slid open and people flushed into the subway car, filling it to capacity. She was carried in by the influx of people and Lynn found herself in the worst of spots; too far from a pole and not close enough to a seating rail. She was literally being supported by the crowd of bodies in the car. She sighed and cursed under her breath. At the same moment the doors closed and the train lurched into motion. She lost her footing for a moment, almost falling into another woman when she felt someone grab her and pull her back. 

"Whoa," he said. "Watch yourself there, lil cutie."

She heard the words ‘lil cutie' and immediately knew it was him. Her afternoon playmate. He had pulled her close to him, squeezed her just so. Her cheeks reddened and in an instant she could feel the moisture begin to surge inside of her again. She couldn't believe that he was there, right there in the subway car. Right there with his arm around her waist. Right there holding her body tight to his. He gave her a wink and loosed his arm from around her waist. He pursed his lips and whispered below the roar of the subway, "Shhh…" 

At the next stop, a few bodies bustled out of the car and even more pushed their way in. he managed to slide his back to the door leading from car to car and he took her along with him. Placing his back to the door she slid into place in front of him, moving her soft, full ass against his crotch, pushing back gently; partly from the crush of the crowded train car, but also because she simply wanted to feel him. She'd seen it in the pictures, his cock, but she wanted to feel it on her ass while she had an excuse. The train lurched into motion once more and she pushed back into him hard, pinning him to the door, and softly ground her ass into him. There it was. She felt it, all of it on her ass. He wasn't wearing any underwear, she could tell. She could feel the moisture building up in her. She couldn't believe she was doing this, here, on this crowded subway train. But there she was, doing it and enjoying it. She felt his hands drop to her waist, holding her in place and he began to push into her backside. She liked the feel of his cock on her ass, albeit clothed, and now she was thoroughly turned on. She could feel her nipples hardening under her bra, forming round points in her blouse. Maybe someone could see, but she didn't really care at the moment. She had made up her mind in that moment, that for all the times he had tried to make her finger herself at her job, she was going to make him cum right there on that packed train. 

She inched forward as slight as she could and slipped her right hand behind her, feeling, groping for him. She found her prize and began to rub her palm up and down its length slowly. She could feel his hardness in her hand and she began to feel even bolder. She began to grasp for his zipper. Sensing what she was up to, he leaned down and, placing his lips near her ear, whispered, "Go ahead. I dare you." She was way out of bounds and she knew it, but this was way more fun than she ever had riding the subway. She eased his zipper down with a subtle flip of her wrist and slipped her hand inside. She smiled to herself as her hand contacted the warm, silky hardness. No underwear, just like I thought… She began to lightly massage and stroke it to a rhythm as the train rocked and rolled through the tunnel. His naked dick felt so good in her hand, so hot and rigid, like a smooth piece of iron warmed in an oven and wrapped in velvet. She began to clench her muscles between her legs. This was all so crazy. Her pussy was soaking wet, she could feel her lips throbbing. She couldn't stand it anymore. She slipped her hand out of his pants and zipped him up. She turned as best she could and whispered to him, "Next stop."

"Thank God," he murmured. "Another stop and I would have had to ride this thing into the yards."

The train rolled into the station and exchanged one flood of passengers for another as the pair stepped out onto the platform. 

"Where to now, my luscious little friend?" He asked.

"To someplace where I can find out just what you can do with that thing."

They headed up to the street and hailed a taxi. Once comfortably in the back seat they were on their way again. He looked at her, his eyes lit with a mixture of mischief and desire. She slid a little closer and placed her hand in his lap. He was still hard and ready.

"Is that for me?"

"Every single inch of it" he replied. "Maybe you should say hello to him…"

"Hmm…" She pondered playfully. Looking up at him with sparkling green eyes, she unzipped his pants and reached inside, freeing his throbbing erection. She couldn't help but smile as she marveled at how delicious it looked, it's dark skin taut and shining. Her mouth began to water as she lowered her face to it. She had to taste it, suck it, have his cock in her mouth this very moment. She kissed the bulbous head, and flicked it with the tip of her tongue before sliding her mouth down the length of the shaft. He felt so right in her mouth she thought to herself as she began to suck his dick. She could hear his response as he exhaled in delight, his fingers running through her sandy blonde hair. She could feel his cock tensing and tightening in her mouth as she sucked him, with each movement of her head, adding more vigor. She smiled to herself as she eased her motions. As much as she wanted to taste him, feel his cum in her mouth, it had to wait. She didn't want him to blow just yet. She sucked one last time, and kissed the glistening head, shiny with her saliva and his pre-cum… "Hello."

It wasn't very long until they were in her bedroom going at it like two wild things in heat, stripping away each other's clothes vigorously as their lips remained locked, tongues in an amorous, hungered tango. They licked and nipped and nibbled at one another's lips, intent on devouring one another with as much lust and passion as they could muster. She loved the way his mouth tasted, like a mixture of sweetened breath and warm summer wind carrying fresh citrus on its wings. She tasted his kiss and he tasted hers and her pussy went wild with wetness. She stopped him and sat back on the bed, looking him in the eye.

"Come and fuck me with that beautiful black dick, baby."

"Mmmmmm," he growled. "I like the way you said that, Lynn." He took his dick into his hand. "One beautiful black dick, coming up, luscious."

She lifted her legs as he loomed over her. She bit her lip and inhaled, anticipating him. He placed the tip of his dick against her hungry, pouting pussy and she closed her eyes as he pushed into her. She gasped and as he filled her, she felt every single sensation along the way, every vein and ridge of his juicy black rod pushing and rubbing against the walls and floor and ceiling of her slippery vagina. Her wetness was so thorough that he glided in and out with perfect ease as he began to fuck her in rhythm. She began to talk to him, to his dick with every stroke.

"Mmm… Yes baby, that dick feels so good inside me. Fuck me with that hard dick, fuck me good…" And, "You like my pussy, don't you? You've been wanting my pussy, and now you're fucking me…" And, "Tell me how this pussy feels." Her words were full of breaths and moans, her voice alive with a lust that started in her belly and was rising through her entire body. This was the fuck that she'd wanted, that she'd desired and she was just getting started.

"Damn baby, your pussy feels so good…" And then she started to squeeze him just a little more with her muscles. "Oh shit, that feels good!"

"You like that, huh?"

"Hell yes, Lynn. Hell yes."

"I know how much you like my ass baby. Why don't you turn me around so you can watch it jiggle while you fuck my pussy from behind?" 

"Mmm" He responded as he bit his bottom lip and lifted her left leg high before him, turning her over as he lowered it on top of her right. She propped herself up on hands and knees and presented her ass to him, full and luscious twin globes of alabaster. She looked back at him and winked, "I know you want to spank them… Do it, baby, you know I've been a bad girl."

He stung her ass cheek with the palm of his hand and she jumped on contact. "Ooh" she moaned. "You see how my ass moves for you, baby? Now fill me up with that hot black dick and make my ass work just like that!"

Her words had him so worked up, he wanted to ravage her body. He plunged his dick into her pussy in one full, powerful stroke, instantly filling her to capacity. She gasped audibly and moaned in a deep, throaty growl as she absorbed his force. Again, they began to form a rhythm. She began to purr and moan, "Fuck me baby, fuck me with that dick just like that." And, "shit baby, shiiit you make my pussy feel so good." With every word she spoke, she encouraged him, egged him on. "Pull my hair, yeah, just like that…" And, "smack that ass baby, that's right, smack that juicy white ass…"

Her words, her voice, the sounds of her wetness as he pounded in and out of her pussy drove him. Overcome with lust and a desire to taste her, he stopped pulled out and jammed his face into her and began sucking on her pussy, tasting her juices and inhaling the aroma that they created with their fucking. He licked and sucked and slurped her vagina while he prodded her asshole with his index finger gently. She moaned and cooed in fevered delight. Then he took his dick and shoved it back into her pussy and began thrusting inside of her as he gripped her waist with both hands, pausing to smack one cheek and then alternating to the other, all the while keeping the rhythm they had established. She could feel it now. Welling up inside of her as she clenched and squeezed and gripped at his hard dick with the muscles of her pussy, she was close, so very close to cumming. She began to let out a stream of ooos and biting her lip in between ragged, lustful whispers. It poured out in a single unpunctuated stream. "Fuck me baby... I'm gonna cum all over that big black cock... fuck me baby... fuck me... mmmmmmmm... here I cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" He matched her with his own intensity, hammering away at her pussy like a man possessed. She felt him as she quivered in tiny eruptions. Felt his dick swell and tense inside of her as he thrusted and she knew he was close. She gathered up her strength, and gripped him tightly as she could with her muscles, massaging his length with all she had left. "Give it to me baby, give me that hot, sweet cum, all over my titties!" He rose up onto his toes as he pulled out of her and she turned quick as she could as he began to spurt streams of thick, milky cum onto her waiting breasts. She held them up and pushed them together as he dropped the last thick splashes of his seed onto her, massaging the cum into her titties with the head of his dick. She loved the way his black dick looked against her skin. She slipped his dick in between her breasts and began to massage it with them, kissing the tip and then sucking it as she let her breasts fall away, pulling the last drops of his cum hungrily into her mouth. She dribbled the results back out onto his dick and kissed the tip, a long stream of cum and saliva connecting him to her lower lip.

"Damn, Lynn…. Just, DAMN."

"Right back at you, baby. Right back at you."

End.



The Ride



As soon as I woke I knew there was nothing else I would rather do today. 

The weather was absolutely perfect for a ride. 

I made a few quick calls to some mates but everyone is already tied up for the day. 'Oh well' I think, 'just be me then.'

****

I head out into the hills, and I couldn't have been more right about the conditions, after about 2 hours I decide to stop at the next town for a drink. 

I pull up out the front of the pub, and notice another bike parked there so I pull up next to it. A gorgeous Harley, not my style but still a very nice bike.

I start heading in to the pub,

"Nice bike..."

I look up and there you are, this really hot guy, about my age, standing there with a helmet. Ahh Mr.Harley, I think to myself.

"Thanks. That's your girl I take it?" I nod towards the Harley.

"Yeah, well I've hired her. I'm here on holiday."

Ah ha, that would explain the accent. 

"Cool. Where are you from?" I ask.

"Ohio" you smile, "I'm here with work for a month, and I'm really missing my ride back home. With the weather being so nice and all, I decided to hire one. Only I'm afraid I've gotten myself a little lost." you explain, grinning.

"Need a tour guide?" I ask, hoping you would.

"That would be great!" 

"Cool, well where are you staying? Do you know where you have been so far?" I ask

"Well I'm staying in the Adelaide city." you say, "Where I've been, well, I'd say that's anyone's guess." 

"Well, I was just going to get a drink, then get moving again. Is that okay?" I ask.

"Definitely," you smile and hold your hand out, "I'm Seth, nice to meet you."

I shake your hand and smile back, "Hi Seth, I'm Kelly. Really nice to meet you."

We go into the pub for a quick drink and start talking about where you are from, what you think about Adelaide, what I do, bikes and general get-to-know-you chit chat.

I was sitting there thinking you were very HOT. I was thinking how lucky I was no one else could come today.

We finish our drinks and decide where to head. You tell me you came into town from the same direction as me, so I take a guess you have taken a similar route as me to get here and decide to lead you to Port Elliott, about an hour and a half away. 

The ride to Port Elliott is fast and flowing. For such a nice day there was surprisingly little traffic on the roads to hold us up and we had not seen any cops yet either.

We raced all the way to Victor Harbor, and I decide to take you down to a park near the beach and check out the view. 

We pull up and park on this little lookout. We are the only one's there.

You take off your helmet, grinning as you walk towards me.

"That was a great ride. I'm real glad I ran in to you, Kelly. Fast and Hot, you're best part of my trip so far, easy!"

I blush and laugh. "So what do you think?" I nod towards the view we have of the coast. 

"I think it's almost as beautiful as you..." I look up and you're standing very close to me. I swear your eyes are begging me to kiss you, so I do and you kiss me back hard. The kiss is long and slow, our tongues dancing passionately. I pull away from you and remove my bulky jacket. You smile at me and do the same.

"Let's go down to the beach," I suggest, "hopefully the picnic area is deserted too." I smile at you and take your hand leading you down to the beach.

We find that it is deserted and head over to the big gazebo on the grass. We off load our gear on to one of the tables and go sit down at the other. The weather is so perfect, and it's a miracle no one else is around. 

We have a gorgeous view of the ocean but neither of us is paying it the attention it deserves. We only have eyes for each other. You kiss me again, this time more urgently. I straddle the bench so I am facing you, and move right up forwards so I am sitting in your lap with my legs wrapped around your waist. Your run your hands down my back and cover my neck in kisses. 

You slip your hand up under my top and brush your fingers against my swollen nipples. I gasp and arch my back. You lift my top and suck them in your mouth. 

"OHHH" I gasp. You are sucking and chewing on my nipples, which hurts almost as much as it turns me on. I kiss you again and pull your shirt off. You do the same to me and we are now kissing on the bench topless, like a couple of horny teenagers.

You decide to lay me back on the bench and undo my jeans. I raise my ass so you can pull them off leaving me in just my white panties. You kiss my stomach, and slowly, teasingly kiss my pussy, thru the soaking wet panties. I'm running my hands down your back when I feel your jeans drop... 'Yes!' I think. 

We kiss hard and I pull away from you, 

"Seth, why don't you lie up here on the table?" I smile.

You smile back and with out a word get up on to the table. I lower my panties, and daintily step out of them, up on to the table.

As I stand over you, you have a great view of my pussy. I can see your eyes flicking from my pussy to my tits to my eyes and back to my pussy. I giggle, you're so cute. I step up and turn around so I have a foot on either side of your face, and I am facing your cock.

"Yes baby, I want to taste your pussy." you say to me, and I smile.

"Not as much as I want to taste your cock." 

You groan as I lower myself on to your face and take your cock in my very wet mouth. 

As I start to gently jerk your cock and suck your balls I can feel you kissing my pussy. I can feel the throb of my swollen clit and writhe above you demanding attention to that place. 

You oblige, sucking hard on my shiny little clit, and in return I suck your cock right, deep down my throat. I can feel your tongue lapping at my juicy hole, and I can taste your pre-cum on my tongue. I wonder to myself what we are going taste like. 

I can't take it anymore. I want to feel you inside me, right now. I crawl forward, and lower myself on to your rock hard shaft, backwards cowgirl....

You take my breath away. My hips build up a fast rhythm. I feel your hands on my back. I finger my clit whilst grinding my juicy pussy down on your hot hard cock. I'm gasping, thrashing around on top of you when you push me forward on to my hands and knee's.

You don't hesitate and plunge yourself back into my waiting pussy, slapping my ass hard with every thrust. I jerk my pussy back to meet every one of your thrusts and I can feel you're about to cum. I reach between my legs and cup your balls in my hands, and this sends you over the edge. 

You slam your cock as hard as you can, deep into my pussy. Hips grinding, balls slapping my clit. You cum deep and hard both of us calling out at the same time, my pussy milking your cock for every last drop. 

You collapse on top of me, kissing my neck, cock still buried deep inside...



The Ride



Janet and I were riding back home from a lunch meeting. Somehow we got on the topic of sex. I wasn't too surprised it had been a long time since I had gotten any, from anyone. I secretly wanted to go back to her place and seduce her but she had to go to work at 5:00. Did I mention she was a stripper? She found it funny to tease me by showing me her 7 inch heels and her cute stripper outfit. I've never seen her in "action" and didn't want to. My jealousy would be to great, I'd carry her off the stage and take her home. 

"Lisa, its just not fair! He will let me suck him off but not fuck him! He says he wants to keep his virginity." Janet started.

"Are you kidding me?!?" I exclaimed, "I have news for him, he's not a virgin. So, in denial!"

"That's what I thought! He even slipped it in all the way once. Then he got mad at me for 'letting him do it'!"

"Oh Janet, you need to leave him. Why are guys like that? For once I'd just like a guy to grab me and take me like a wild animal. Sex should be rough and hard, that romantic crap is only for so-called lovemaking which you have to actually be in love to do. Which I'm not!" I replied.

"I totally agree. Sex has to be rough. I'm a stripper for god sakes and I don't get any! Do you have any idea how sexually frustrated I am?"

I laughed hard and then said, "Trust me I know. I haven't gotten any in 5 years. My celibacy vow is out the window. I just want sex, with anyone. I don't want to make you uncomfortable but I don't even care if my partner is female. Not to many people know I go both ways." 

"I feel you. You have no idea how many woman I have kissed in my job. There's a party tonight that I want to go to, but I can't my boss lady is scary and makes sure that we don't blow off going to work. You know, once I was giving a lap dance and I got to close to the guy and she came and whispered in my ear to move back. She totally ruined my groove!" 

I laughed again and said, "Awwww... that's so sweet! She's watching out for you girls. That's rare. At least you know you're safe there."

"Yeah, but she totally ruined my groove. Wait did you say its been 5 years since you got any?"

"Uh huh. It's like I told Daniel, Its not that I haven't got any offers it's just that the ones I've gotten I'd never take. Not even if I was drunk, stoned and passed out."

Janet laughed, "Its just like the guys in the bar I work at. Ewwww..."

"The sad part is that I am good at what I do. My first sexual partner was awesome. He taught me everything. We even had threesomes. While I was with Avery I had a girlfriend for 2 of the three years. When we finally broke up, me and Avery, he got together with my girlfriend." I said.

"Oh my god, and you weren't mad?"

"Not at all. The three of us had been doing it for 2 years. And I didn't want him anymore. The sad part was when I started having sex with other people, I was shocked to find out not everyone has sex like a porn star! I'm not ashamed to brag but I'm really good at what I do, with both male and female!" 

"That's great! We're good at what we do! So, what's your greatest unfulfilled fantasy?"

I smiled at Janet and chuckled, "Well, I'd like to go sky diving!"

She laughed. 

"But seriously, I'd like to be in a foursome. 2 guys and a girl. But here's the catch, It would have to be a surprise. Like, I love to be woken up to sex. So while I'm sleeping I'd wake up to the girl tying me to the bed posts naked. The 2 guys close by but in the shadows watching while me and the girl make out. She would be totally in control of me, dominating me, eating me out, playing with me, 69ing, and then the two guys joining us. Both of them very strong and handsome. Totally having huge muscles and perfect 7 ½ inch dicks. One of the guys ties you... I... uhhh...mean her... next to me and continue dominating her and me, eventually untying us to do more wild positions. And plenty of hair pulling. I love it when a guy pulls my hair! Its such a turn on." 

"Wow. That is so hot. Great now I'm going to be horny all night at work!"

"You asked! We should plan a movie night. Just you and I. It'll be fun. What nights do you have off?"

Janet answered, "That sounds great! How bout next Tuesday?"

"Ok that'll work for me! Call me before you pick me up."

That Tuesday, I shaved every hair on my legs, arms, and all my pubes. I bathed in perfumed water and put jasmine body spray in my hair. I gave myself "bedroom smoky eyes" and put on a leopard and leather corset under my black pants and sleeveless red v necked blouse. I looked hot. I was a perfect size 5'3" and 120 lbs. With curly hair a little longer than shoulder length and so dark brown it was almost black. My skin was pail and blemish free with cute light freckles on my arms and face that were barely noticeable. My eyes a perfect blue-green, almost an aqua marine color.

Irregardless, of what Janet planned, I fully planned on seducing her. I figured it wouldn't be so hard to do after Fridays conversation. Janet was from Venezuela. She was beautiful. 5'6", size 6 waist, a C cup, gorgeous light brown eyes that had gold and dark green flecks that shone in the light. They were slightly almond shaped but surprisingly wide at the same time. Her hair was naturally dark brown and she added light brown highlights, in a cute short style. 

She picked me up at 6 and went straight to her house. It was gorgeous and the inside had a sensual feeling. The living room walls were dark red, more burgundy then red, though. I noticed black iron end tables, and black suede furniture. It was very Victorian style. She gave me a quick tour of the place and showed me her bed room. It was done up with leopard print and huge lion murals of Africa on one of the walls. Her bed was a dream bed. A queen sized canopy bed with double curtains. The first curtain closest to the bed was mostly see-through white material and the second was a heavy black curtain. I admired them thoroughly. 

"It keeps the sun out when I sleep during the day. When you close them it completely blocks out the light! Since they are on the top too you can't even see your hand in front of yourself. Its soooooo ... nice!"

"Wow! Is this where I'm sleeping tonight?" I asked.

"Yep! Lets go watch a movie first!"

Janet plugged in Original Sin. What a hot movie. For a moment I though she was seducing me. What luck. Can we seduce each other? I've always been attracted to Angelina and she knew it. I was so wet by the end of the movie I was ready to jump on Janet right there. But there was one last movie to watch and I was curious on what she picked. It was an erotic horror movie. Half way through the movie I got up from my chair and sat next to Janet on the couch. I got scared at one point when a ghost popped up on the screen and grabbed Janet. She laughed and sat behind me and held me. Her arms and legs were wrapped around me. During one of the sex scenes she gently caressed my stomach and gently rubbed up passed my right breast up to my shoulder. Then she traced my jaw line with her index finger toward the center of my face then traced down to the center of my blouse resting her hand right between my breasts. 

I gently held her hand there and turned my head toward her and kissed her lips gently. A loud scream broke our embrace and we both jumped. We giggled and watched the rest of the movie. 

I started getting ready for bed as Janet made a phone call. When Janet came back into the bedroom she saw me on the couch in my corset and matching underwear. She giggled. 

"Expecting something?" She asked with a hint of sarcasm. She turned toward her dresser where she kept her mini bar and poured 2 glasses of wine.

"Who ME? NO. I would never presume. I just believe in looking great always." I answered as she handed me a glass.

"Indeed you do look great. Here's a toast to sex and great horror shows..." Janet smile devilishly.

I quickly drank the glass of wine. In a few minutes my head was spinning. "I'm kinda dizzy can I lay down for a minute?" 

"Sure. Here." She pointed to the bed and pulled back the covers. No sooner did I lay down than I was passed out. She drugged me. I was out like a light. 

I remember feeling cold and a little woozy. I opened my eyes and couldn't see a thing it was like my eyes were still closed. Where was I? Was I dreaming? I tried to move my arms they were tied down. I tried to kick. My legs were tied too. I was spread eagle and naked tied to the bed. I was hoping that I was still at Janet's and didn't get kidnapped for real. 

"Janet!" I whispered softly.

I heard some whispers toward the foot of the bed. 

"He-he-hello?" I said softly. 

"Your Lady will be here soon. Until then stay silent." A man with a deep voice said softly.

Could it be? Could she have staged my fantasy? I was excited and scared at the same time. I kept silent. It was so cold in the room my nipples were so erect they hurt. They were sensitive as it was. 

I fell asleep in that position. I was still groggy from the drug. I awoke to the outer curtains being pulled back. The only one left was the lacy interior curtain. The room was dimly lit by candles and the curtain glowed a deep orange. Toward the back of the room there were two well built men. Janet was wearing a black cloth mask that she tied around her head. Much like something Zorro would wear. She carried a faux soft whip and whipped my pussy with it. I gasped. Then she pounced on me in one motion and put one hand over my mouth and another behind my head grabbing and pulling my hair taut. 

"I didn't say you could make noise! I'm in complete control of you now." Janet whispered in my ear. She turned my head and kissed my ear gently. I could see the two men and I tried to see their faces, but I couldn't make them out. They were both fully dressed in black, for now, sipping on wine. 

Janet moved her leg toward my mound and pressed hard against it while she held my head still by my hair. She gently bit my lower lip which made me want her more. Everything that turned me on she did at once. I reveled in the sensation with great anticipation. Her free hand caressed by left breast, fondling gently toward the nipple. She softly teased my nip until it protruded. Once she was satisfied with its hardness she gently squeezed it and passionately kissed me. Once in the throws of kissing she released my head and moved her leg which pressed against my mound. Her finger found my clit soft and wet. At the instant she touched my clit her other hand pulled and pinched my left nipple hard. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent waves through my body. 

Her lips left my mouth and move toward my right breast kissing my neck all the way down. She was like a ravenous lion on the hunt purring on her way down. Her mouth centered on my nipple. Her pierced tongue teasing and pleasing. She wasted no time and was nimble with her fingers and tongue. Her coordination was amazing. Simultaneously pleasing both breasts and clit at the same time. My clit was throbbing and swollen by her constant teasing. I was wet and longing to feel something inside me. Desperate and long for relief on the edge of orgasm my eyes rolled as my back arched. My breathing was heaving and with every breath she rubbed my clit up and down and slid her wet fingers between my folds. She paused suddenly and brought her finger up to her mouth and licked them.

"Mmmm..." She mumbled as she brought her fingers toward my mouth. I licked tem gently and then began to suck vigorously on them. Suddenly I became aware of them men. They were right outside the soft curtain watching us intently. Janet left her finger in my mouth and lowered herself down toward my clit. Her tongue writhed upon my clit. Using her tongue ring on the most sensitive spot. I started panting hard close to orgasm. Then suddenly while her tongue and ring stroked me, her tongue ring started vibrating wildly. I could no longer contain myself I screamed as I came my whole body convulsing with pleasure. 

Before I was done with my orgasm the two men were in bed, both completely naked with hungry lustful looks in their eyes. 

"Not yet!" Janice snapped.

"Shut up! You're mine now!" Said one of the men. He grabbed her and pulled her off of me, kissed her, then they both tied her to the bed quickly. But I was not prepared for how they tied her up. They tied her the same as me only opposite. We were placed in the 69 position and tied together. 

"Eat." The dark haired man commanded.

So Janice continued teasing my pussy and clit while I did the same. She tasted great and had the smoothest skin. I sucked and nibbled her clit until she panted. Then with great force I shoved my tongue in her vagina as far as it would go over and over again until she came. Next thing I realized was that my hands were free and so were hers. We were untied but continued on in that position. There were hands everywhere. The men where on both sides of us caressing our bodies. One of my hands where taken off of Janice and placed on a rock hard cock. I started manipulating him, caressing him. I longed to feel him inside of me. Without warning the d ark haired man lifted Janice off me and the blond man put one arm under me and lifted me up in the air like I was a twig and placed me facing Janet and her partner. He held me tightly from behind his cock throbbing on my back. His right arm was around my breasts and his left hand grabbing my wet pussy. 

He whispered in my ear, "Watch them fuck."

Janet's partner grabbed her and threw her back on the bed. He was rough but gentle as he climbed on her. He rubbed his cock on her pussy gently then rough up and down. He knew she wanted it. His lips came close to hers and as he kissed her softly he sent his cock deep within her. She gasped. He pulled out quickly causing her vaginal muscles to spasm. His lips went down on hers again and he kissed her passionately gently easing his cock insider her this time. He went slow at first enjoying the spasms he caused her to have. Her hand reached down to play with her clit. She rubbed herself hard as he fucked her. The had such rough sex the bed shook both me and my partner.

While I was watching them my partner started kissing and nibbling on my neck. His huge fingers rubbing my clit and sliding up and down my pussy sent me into orgasms. I was drunk with lust. As my friend Janet continued to be ravaged I came so hard my juices flowed out. My partner was satisfied and flipped my back onto the bed and sat on my chest offering me his rock hard cock. I grabbed him with one hand and started to lick him from the base of his cock to the tip. Slowly at first then a little faster. The bed rocked from the other two causing a pleasing rocking motion for us. I twirled my tongue around his head and wrapped my lips around his head only. Then I pulled my signature trick. I added a strong suction while my tongue twirled around his head. His back arched and he groaned loudly. He pulled back. Any longer and he would have came. He was saving it for later. He whispered in my ear. Not yet Pussy cat.

He eased himself down on top of me gently kissing my lips. "That was amazing!" he whispered. "I bet that's not even half of what you can do. We're going to have fun" 

His cock slid easily into my tight wet pussy. I contracted my muscles on him once to see his reaction. He groaned as he gently rocked back and forth in side of me. Then I squeezed again. He paused inside of me. This time I squeezed hard three times and then released my vaginal muscles. 

He looked at me with a huge grin and exclaimed, "You can control those?"

I attempted but failed at an innocent giggle. His excitement grrrrrrrrrew as he started giving my a pounding of my life. We were a perfect match. He threw my legs up on his shoulders and pounding deep inside of me hitting my g spot I came immediately squeezing him so hard he came too. I laid my hand on his chest and guided him to lay on the bed. His hard cock now soft he sighed.

I smiled at him and gently put his cock in my mouth twirling and sucking. I gently fondled his balls with one hand and directly behind them with another. In a matter of seconds he was rock hard again. 

"You are amazing!" He said.

I kept one hand massaging his cock while he laid me down and started licking my clit. His tongue was a master at work sending waves of pleasure through my body. His finger teased my anus. Using my wetness he get tingly pushed his finger in my anus. It had bed so long since I felt that my muscles instantly tightened, but he just licked my clit faster and placed 2 fingers from his other hand in my vagina. Both hands pumping their fingers intermediately in and out of me soared my orgasms to the next level.  

I had completely forgotten about Janet and her partner who were done an hour ago and had already showered. 

"I have one last surprise for you, Lisa." My partner said as he looked up at me. He flipped me up on top of him and lifted me up and down on his cock. I began to ride him wildly. He placed on hand on my chest and another behind my head and pulled me to him. 

"Are you ready?" he whispered in my ear.

"For anything." I said as I rode him gently.

The dark haired man snuck up behind my and placed his handover my mouth. "Shhhhh..." he whispered.

Startled I tried to sit back up. But My first partner who was already inside of me had a firm hold on my hair and said as he buried his cock as far into my vagina as far as possible, "Hmmm...relax..." then he kissed my lips. The other man rubbed his cock on my ass and slowly inserted it. I wanted to break away from the kiss and gasp for air as pain and pleasure resonated through my body but he just held tighter and kissed harder shoving his tongue between my moth locking his lips to mine. They both started rocking in and out stretching me to the max while Janet filmed it all. The lack of oxygen caused me to get dizzy. Then the pleasure came is waves. The kiss broke off as the man behind me pulled my hair and I screamed as I came over and over as they pounded me harder and harder till they came. When it was over all three of us collapsed on the bed.



The Ride



The sun was sinking slowly from view when I spotted a red Miata pulled off to the side of the road. I slowed my motorcycle. A girl stepped out from behind the car. She was young, probably not much older than 20 or 21. She was gorgeous. A typical blond haired blue eyed beauty. Seeing this young girl in her black skin tight yoga pants, yellow running shoes and a skin tight yellow shirt was very enticing. She was trim and very much in shape! I pulled over behind the car. I climbed off my bike and walked up to her.

I lifted up the visor on my helmet and asked, "Do you need any help Miss?"

"Yeah, I might. My car won't start. It just kinda died on me." She said.

I walked over to her car, reached in and turned the key. It made a clicking sound but wouldn't turn over.

"Yeah, it looks like it won't start. I think you'll need a mechanic. Do you want a ride into town?" I gestured to the bike and bowed.

She looked at the bike and then at me. She hesitated for a moment before she finally said, "I...I guess so..."

She didn't sound very sure but she followed me to the bike. I got on my hog, turned to the young blond before me and motioned to her to get on. She looked uncertain, then after a moment she came over, threw her leg over my steel stallion. Soon she had her arms around my waist as we took off. I loved having such a beautiful young girl holding on to me. I started off fast, her grip tightened. I smiled to myself and sped up in response. She held firm but seemed to relax once we got to cruising speed. We got to town far too soon for my liking. I leaned back and asked her where to drop her off?

The young girl said. "The nearest station with a tow truck. Please."

I knew of one in the area. Before I knew it, we were there. The blond was off the bike and thanking me, I nodded and roared off. A quick look in my mirror and then she was gone from view.

A few days later I was at a stop light when a car pulled up beside. The car honked. I turned and looked over, it was the beautiful young girl that I had helped. I didn't expect to see her again. I nodded in acknowledgement and she smiled. Pulling from the light, she motioned for me to follow her into a parking lot, which I did.

I pulled up next to her car and she smiled, "Hey there, I just wanted to say thanks for the ride the other day."

She took out a piece of paper and scribbled on it quickly. It was the name and address of a local restaurant. I took it and stuffed it in my pocket.

She started to pull away, but not before saying, "I work there. I am there Friday and Saturday until close. Your meal is on me! I hope you come in!"

Then she was gone again. I knew the place and smiled to myself. It was one of those places where the girls wear skimpy, tight fitting outfits as they serve you. A smile grin formed over my face. Okay, I'll bite.

Two nights later I walked into the restaurant and soon spotted her. I stood there a moment before she spotted me and came over. She was definitely very attractive. She was wearing her skimpy shorts, which accentuated her long toned legs. Her white shirt fit snugly on her body, showing off her full firm tits and slim waist. It was enough to make my heart skip a beat. Damn was she hot!

"My station is over here" She said.

I sat down at the table she pointed to. The young girl turned and went towards the counter. She came back just as I took my helmet off. Her voice trailed off as she looked at me. Then I realized she had never seen me with the helmet off. She caught herself and her smile reappeared.

It felt awkward so I spoke first. "It's the helmet, most people assume its a guy so when it comes off, it's a surprise!!!!"

She smiled and said. "Oh no, I was just being blond for a minute."

She extended her hand and we shook hands.

I said. "I'm PJ"

She took a step back, and pointed to her name tag. "Yvonne"

We made small talk and I ordered a sandwich. She kept her distance but kept looking over at me. She refused to meet my eyes. Ah, the life of a dyke on a bike. I ate my meal and went to leave.

She came over and smiled. "Well thanks again for the ride. You totally rescued me! I hope you come in again." She was off and I left.

It seemed fate wasn't content with just a casual meeting. I spotted her at the same light at the same time a few days later. We just looked at each other. Neither of us noticed that the light had turned green until the car behind her honked his horn. Yvonne drove off. I decided 'what the hell' and followed behind her. We ended up at her restaurant. She parked her car as I pulled my motorcycle next to her. I didn't take the helmet off. I slid the visor up and she smiled.

"Hey Yvonne..." I took out a pen and a piece of paper. I wrote my name and number on it. "...if you ever need to be rescued...or if you want to go for a ride..."

Yvonne studied the number and smiled. "I'm just here to pick up my paycheck. How about we go for a ride today?"

I was surprised that she said yes! She went and got her check and returned. Soon she was climbing on the back of my bike. Her arms went around my waist. Damn it felt good to have such a beautiful girl holding on to me. I felt her relax and we took off. We were soon out of town and into wide open. We cruised several roads with no particular destination in mind. We didn't talk. We just rode around. It was dark by the time we ended up at the parking lot where her car was. Yvonne got off and we made some small talk for another hour or so.

Finally she yawned and smiled. "Well this was fun but its back to reality for me. Thanks I had a great day!"

I took the helmet off and looked at her. "If there was a guy under this would I get another date?"

Then I caught her hand and pulled her over to me. I wrapped my other arm around the small of her back as I leaned my head in. I inhaled her lovely scent. Then I pressed my lips against her soft succulent lips, kissing her deeply as the intense heat of my lust overtook me. I released her, she just stared at me dumbfounded. I started the bike, put my helmet back on and roared off at speed.

A week went by. I never expected the phone call when it came. Yvonne said to come rescue her and gave me the address. I threw on my nicest pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, leather chaps, boots and my leather vest. When I got there she was out in front waiting for me. I rolled up and stopped. She got on the back without saying a word. I thought of speaking but didn't, we rode off toward the outskirts of town. I found a secluded place where we could be alone and pulled off parking the bike.

We got off and just stood there for a moment, smiling stupidly at each other. She finally spoke. She said that she didn't know why but she couldn't stop thinking about me. I silenced her, putting my finger to her lips, saying "Shhhh, just relax baby." 

I caressed her cheek with my hand before I pulled her face to me, kissing her passionately. I slide my tongue into her hesitant, yet willing mouth. I held her tight to me as we kissed. Then I pulled her down to the ground. We were all over each other.

I kissed her deeply then slid her shirt off and exposed her pink, lacey bra. I pulled the straps of her bra off her shoulders, kissing her collar bone. Then I unhooked her bra and pulled it off of her, revealing firm, full tits with hard pink nipples. I hungrily took one in my mouth and sucked it gently caressing the other. She inhaled sharply as my teeth bit a little too hard. My mouth found her other nipple and I suckled from it with extreme desire. 

The young blond started to respond. I unsnapped her skin tight jeans pulling them off. I immediately noticed the wet spot in the crotch and pulled them off. What welcomed me was a wet pair of pink G-string panties. The material was so small! It barely covered her young sex! I pulled off her tiny panties, noticing a nicely shaved pussy just ripe for taking. I smiled to myself as I admired this perfect body strewn out before me, just waiting for me. 

I scooted down and started to kiss my way up her soft smooth thighs. Her legs quivered as she spread her legs open for me. Yvonne rocked her hips back and forth with my head movement as I began to kiss her succulent pussy lips. I tasted her sweet nectar on my lips. God she was young! I felt a little dirty taking her. But she was definitely all woman! I knew I couldn't stop myself even if I wanted to. I started to gently nibble on her sensitive clit. This beautiful college aged girl was reacting to my every touch, which was arousing me more and more. I sank my tongue into her tight little slit. As I slid my tongue inside her she pushed her hips up into my face. I worked my tongue slowly at first then harder and faster. 

Her body kept in movement to mine, her clit was tight as I pressed a finger inside her. I felt the warmth of her body. I slid a second finger inside her. Yvonne began to spread her legs open even further to take my fingers into her slit. She was panting hard now, letting out little yelps as I pumped in and out of her tight little body. Then Yvonne surprised me when she opened her legs as wide as she could, as if to make room for me to slide another finger inside her. I did and soon she was bucking as I sank a third finger in into her.

Locking my lips around her luscious nipple I sucked hard. She moaned and twisted to find release. I knew she was on the verge of cuming. I didn't want her to climax too soon so I stopped short. I withdrew my well coated fingers from her luscious body. I licked her juices from my fingers. The taste of her nectar on my lips increased my desire. 

I positioned myself between her legs. As I kneeled before her, I unzipped my fly and pulled the penis shaped appendage from down my pant leg, letting it stand at attention before her. I aimed it toward her fresh pussy. I grabbed her hips and pulled Yvonne towards me. I held the head of my cock at her opening for just a moment as I stared into her deep blue eyes. I could see that she was a little nervous, but just as horny was I was. With a wink and a smile, I slid the bulbous head of my strap on passed her tight slit. Yvonne gasped and tensed as I began to penetrate her. Slowly, but surely I drove the length of my shaft all the way inside the young blond. God she was so tight! I smiled to myself, wondering how many men would kill to be inside this gorgeous young woman.

I stayed still for just a moment letting her adjust to its size of my cock. Then I began pumping it in and out of her pussy. I locked my hands on her buttocks and held her tight as I assailed her pussy making her catch her breath. She was moaning loudly with each thrust. Watching her mouth, I could see her bottom lip quiver. I knew she wanted to cum but I slowed my assault and pulled out of her. 

Still holding her buttocks, I lifted her hips up to my mouth. I leaned forward and started to lick her hot little crotch. She pushed up into me as if to rub her hard little clit against my face. I pushed Yvonne away and rolled her over onto her belly. My hand came up under, slid a couple of my fingers into her drenched pussy. I moved my fingers around inside her and felt her heat. I withdrew my hand and brought her up on all fours. I mounted her from behind and began to fuck her doggy style, slamming the flesh colored shaft deep into her then pulling almost out. I drilled her harder and harder until she was slamming back into me. I smiled, seeing her backing up against me as close as she could get. She wanted to take as much of me into her as she could! I was working her tits and tightening my grip on her perfect nipples, twisting them between my fingers, still wet with her juice.

I encouraged her, saying. "Come on girl! That's a girl! Let me have that tight pussy. Way up inside! Way deep inside! Oh fuck yeah!!!" 

Yvonne mumbled something I didn't get but she rocked and bucked on the hard shaft, as I went in and out it of her. I slammed myself against her tight little pussy and then suddenly her whole body just stopped moving. Then I felt her spasm against me and she tightened up as if to hold me inside her. I held her up in doggy style until she swayed and the spasms stopped. She lowered her upper body to the ground, I held her hips up with my hands as I continued driving myself in and out of her. Then I felt my own spasm begin. I held her against my crotch area and pumped off until we were both satisfied. We parted, then and she rolled over onto her back.

I laid beside her naked body for a few minutes, both of us catching our breath. I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the forehead and stood up. I pulled my clothes together and handed her hers. Yvonne put them on and came up to me, again our lips met and she ran her fingers thru my short salt and pepper hair.

"How old are you?" She asked. 

I shook my head and smiled at her. "You don't really want to know do you?"

She studied my face, staring deeply into my eyes. Finally she nodded speaking softly. "Yes I do." 

It took a moment for it to register when I said. "55." 

I watched as she did the math in her head. I knew she couldn't be more than early 20's. But I was curious too, so I asked. "And just how old are you little missy?"

She smiled and said. "20." 

I looked her over from head to toe and inhaled, "God what a ride!" 

I brought her to me and kissed her gently. She responded kissing me back, her tongue pressing between my lips to touch the tip of my own. I began caressing her firm body as she swayed against me. Our passion exploded again and I unbuttoned her jeans, pushing them down along with her tiny little panties. I eased her over the seat of the bike, I reached inside my pants and pulled the strap on out. I felt with my hand until I could once more guide the head of my cock to the wetness bent over before me. The young girl inhaled sharply as I slid it home, driving it all the way inside her tight body. 

I spread her legs wider apart and stepped up close behind her, pushing her small frame into the seat of the bike. I pushed deeper and deeper into her until her feet were off the ground. I was like an animal as I thrusted harder into her. I was grunting loudly as I pounded the gorgeous young woman like a jackhammer. We both came quickly and I felt her go limp against the bike. 

I withdrew myself from between her legs. She didn't move at all for a minute, nor did she utter a word. She simply stood there catching her breath. Finally Yvonne stood up and pulled her panties and jeans back into place. She turned around and we were together again. I picked her up, she wrapped her legs around my waist as we kissed, our tongues swirling around one another. I pulled back and studied her youthful face. She gave me a sweet smile. I could see she was satisfied, for now at least. I pulled my head back in and we kissed for several more minutes.

Finally, I let my young lover down. She walked over to my bike. Yvonne swung her leg over the bike and padded the seat in front of her. I got on and she leaned into me as tight as she could, tightening her arms around my waist. We made it to the spot where I picked her up. She slid off the back of the bike and came to kiss me. She suddenly seemed quite shy about the whole thing. Her voice trailed off as she walked away, waving.

"I'll call" And with that she was gone.

Later that evening the phone rang. I answered it. I smiled, it was Yvonne. She wanted to thank me for the wonderful day we had together. I told her it was as much my pleasure as it was hers. She also told me that she found herself attracted to me but that she was straight and couldn't figure out the attraction. 

I told her. "You probably like bikes and the bad boy image. I just happened to come along at the right time. You were attracted to me even before you know what exactly was under the helmet, a gray haired old dyke with lots of skill using a strap on. So...now what?"

She hesitated. I heard the hesitation in her voice. "I...I don't know."

I told her, "I want to see you again baby."

She promised to call then hung up.

A week later she called. We agreed to meet that night at her place. I wasn't exactly sure what to expect from this meeting but I decided to wear my most butch outfit I had. I put on my biker boots, black leather pants with metal studs, a white tank top underneath my padded black leather jacket. I looked damn good if I do say so myself. I pulled up. I could see her from one of the windows of her place. She smiled and motioned me to the door. I parked the bike and walked up to a small but comfortable condo.

Yvonne opened the door and let me in. We made small talk as we sat down on opposite ends of the couch. She looked really good. She was in a pair of black short shorts and a small red tank top. I slid over beside her. I put my right arm over her shoulder and took my left hand over, caressing her cheek. I placed my fingers on her chin, turning her head towards mine as I leaned in to kiss her. I gave her a light peck on her soft supple lips. My loins were already aching for her. We began to kiss more passionately. She opened her mouth as I slid my tongue into hers. Our tongues were twirling between my mouth and hers as we kissed. 

Her hand fell to my crotch and she felt the firmness down there. She pushed into me, I responded by easing her off me and stood up. She sat on the sofa and watched as I unzipped the fly of my black leather pants. I reached in and pulled my strap on out. I sat back down beside her with my faux cock standing straight up at her. Yvonne smiled. I smiled back at her, kissing her again. Then I motioned for her to kneel on the floor in front of me as I spread my legs open. I stared deeply into her deep blue eyes. She looked so sexy and innocent as she smiled up at me while on her knees. I held one hand on the back of her head and the other one on the shaft guiding it to her pouty lips. 

I put both hands on the back of her head. I gently pressed her head down on my cock. Yvonne parted her lips as I slowly guided it in her beautiful mouth. After a moment, I felt it hit the back of her throat. 

She gagged and tried to pull away but I held her head firm and spoke softly to her. "Go easy baby. Just start taking it in a little at a time. You can do it babe." 

She swallowed and opened her throat to take it in. Before too long I had my girl bobbing her head up and down the length of my shaft. She was starting to get into it! I moved my left hand down underneath Yvonne's red tank top and started to caress her ample tits. I kept my other hand on the back of her head as she deep throated my strap on. The baby soft skin of my little girl's breast felt like a piece of heaven in my hand. I started to rub her nipple between my thumb and forefingers. It didn't take long for it to turn hard in response. Yvonne leaned into my hand. She wanted me to keep fondling her fabulous tits.

Just seeing this young little hottie bobbing up and down on my cock was getting me horny as hell. I pulled Yvonne up into my arms and kissing her with passion for a few minutes. Finally, I motioned for her to stand up. I got up, took my leather jacket off, throwing it on the couch. I grabbed Yvonne's arm and turned her around sharply, she gasped in mild surprise. I came up behind her. My strap on poked her bare skin until it finally bent upward as we pressed our bodies together. 

I pulled Yvonne's hair off to one side as I kissed the back of her neck. I put my hands to either side of her skinny waist. I moved them up her body until my fingers found the bottom of my little girl's tank top. I pulled it over her head and threw it over to the floor. With her top off, I wrapped my arms around her bare chest while I nibbled on her ear.

I whispered into her ear, "You're getting' me horny as hell baby!"

Yvonne replied, "You're getting me hot too!"




The Ride



"Let's see about that, shall we?" I said playfully.

I took my right hand and moved it down her flat stomach. I slid my hand underneath her tiny shorts and under the thin material of her panties. I ran my fingers down her baby soft pussy. I could already feel her wetness. I slowly penetrated her tight little pussy with my middle finger. Her juices coated my finger. She was red hot!

I smiled and said. "You are wet aren't you baby? I like that!"

Yvonne groaned as I massaged her pussy with my finger. My left hand fondled her tits as I continued to nibble on her ear lobe. My little girl was starting to move her hips in rhythm with the finger buried deep inside her. I let my finger dance inside her for a few minutes before I withdrew my finger from her tight young body.

I kissed the back of her neck again. Then I kissed her shoulder blades, kissing down her spin to the small of her back. I hooked my fingers on the waistband of Yvonne's shorts and pulled them off. I stopped for a moment to admire the sight before me. This hot young thing had on the tiniest pair of pink thong panties I have ever seen. The thin material was swallowed up by her firm round ass. She was so fit, so trim, so fucking perfect! My first encounter with Yvonne made me horny, but for whatever reason I was even more aroused. In fact, my desire was at a fever pitch!

My face was flushed red and my body tingled. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins. My body was on fire from sheer lust. I had never been so aroused in my entire life! This basic, primitive feeling was overtaking me. I had this intense desire to merge my body with hers. I wanted to take her, to dominate her and make this beautiful young girl all mine. In the heat of the moment, I grabbed her panties in both hands and ripped the thin material off of her as if it were tissue paper. Yvonne gasped. She was noticeably shocked by my aggressiveness. 

I stood up and turned her around so she could look into my eyes. I gave her my bad boy smile as I gently caressed her check as I kissed her on her lips, just to let her know that I wasn't going to hurt her. Then I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled, forcing her to tilt her head up. I kissed down her neck and then down to her collar bone. 

Then my eyes locked on Yvonne's tits. I locked my lips around her left nipple, sucking hard on it. I could see my young lover's chest heaving with excitement. She dropped her hands on my shoulders as I suckled on her tits. I dropped my hands down and grabbed her ass. I pull her towards me. I picked Yvonne up in my arms as if she weighed nothing. I carried her off to her bedroom and laid her down on her bed. I looked down at the beautiful young woman before me.

With intensity in my eyes I said, "Baby, I'm gonna fucking rock your world!"

Yvonne didn't say anything but simply smiled in response. I stripped down to my boxers and t-shirt. I surveyed the sight before me. My little girl was primed and moaning softly as I stood before her. Hearing her moan was driving me wild. 

I crawled onto her bed. I held myself up above my beautiful little girl. I lowered my head down, Yvonne wrapped her arms around my neck as we kissed with wild abandon. The wild animal within me had to have her now. I grabbed my strap on with my right hand and positioned the head of my cock at Yvonne's enticing opening. She opened her legs wide open for me. I lowered my head to watch as I slowly drove my cock inside her. I loved seeing the length of the shaft buried within this beautiful young blond's tight body. I looked back up into Yvonne's baby blue eyes. I could see the sense of contentment as I filled her up. Yvonne put her hands on my shoulders as I lowered my body on top of hers.

With my bad boy smile and a wink, I said. "I'm gonna show you how babies are made!"

Yvonne giggled. My young lover's giggles soon turned into moans I as I began to take her. I was thrusting in and out of her in a steady rhythm. I flattened my body against her small frame and wrapped my arms around her. Then Yvonne wrapped her legs around my waist. We were locked together was I mated with this gorgeous young blond like some primitive caveman.

I let myself go, driving my hips into Yvonne with wild abandon. I was grunting loudly as I pounded into my young lover like the waves of the ocean crashing into the shore. I was thrusting so hard that the head board was slamming noisily into the wall. I could hear her neighbors banging on the wall because it was so loud. I couldn't care less. The only thing that mattered to me was being inside this beautiful young girl. It didn't take long before we were both thoroughly satisfied. We stayed there having sex multiples times throughout the night. It was definitely a night to remember!



The RIde



Many years ago, the following events took place. I attempted to reproduce what happened as acurately as possible. I hope you enjoy the story :-).

My girlfriend Alia and I were in the back of her station wagon. We had blankets, a couple of pillows, and the wagon was one of those old 70's jobs: the only thing it lacked to be more cliche were wooden panels on the side. The station wagon was in general a horrible ride, and we had far to go, so we were laying in back ostensibly to sleep along the way to the airport.

Alia was wearing a dress. This dress was a cute one: it was a drop waist number: cotton, somewhat thin, with a flair to the skirt. When she was standing, it came to just about the knee. It was white with little flowers on it. It wasn't the sexiest dress, but it had lots of potential.

The trip was many hours long, and about thirty minutes into the ride I was nearly snoring. I remember distinctly the surprise I felt when Alia grabbed my hand and moved it under her blanket. I didn't even realize what she was doing until she placed my hand under her dress. Hand over hand, she moved mine to her inner thigh and released it. My blood started to pump and sleep vanished in a poof of arousal induced adreline. I stroked upward with my hand and kept feeling bare flesh. My hand snaked around to the outside of her leg and up to her hip and still all I felt was skin. I took a quick peak under the blanket and saw her panties around her mid calf. 

"Wow", I said, and she put her fingers to her lips in a shhh motion. I glanced over the backseat, looking to the driver and passenger in the front, which just happened to be Alia's parents. I moved my hand to the left side of my mouth and zipped it close to the right. She smiled at me, then closed her eyes with a content look as we snuggled underneath the blanket.

I placed my hand on her leg and had this naughty thought go through my mind. I decided to play a game. I knew that Alia wanted to be super quiet because her parents were driving, so I was determined to get her to make noise. With this goal in mind, I went to work.

My hand went up onto her thigh, and I massaged the inner muscle high up, close, but not touching her vagina. I grabbed each thigh and manipulated the big muscle. I could see her chest start to rise and fall a little faster. The dress was sleeveless, so I pulled the strap of it down and kissed her breast through her bra. I let go of her thigh, and reaching around unhooked it (which was a chore due to the three hooks, but I digress.) We were still under the blanket. I put my hand back where it was, but trailed my finger up so that it was

resting on the outside of her pussy.

My kissing of her shoulder trailed down onto her upper chest and then I was suddenly sucking her nipple. She opened her eyes with this cute look of surprise. I also had pulled down the blanket, so her breast was completely exposed. Those old station wagons had a decent size back seat, but I was not *completely* sure that no one could see into the back. She pulled the blanket back up and gave me this little look. I smiled at her, shrugging, and giving her my best "who me?". 

Meanwhile, my finger was playing on the outside of her pussy, moving up so that I was massaging it with the palm of my hand. She moved her thighs, bending her knees and laying them almost flat on the floor of the car. She was wide open to my touch, but I was still massaging her only with the palm. I could feel her hips thrust up, looking for more contact. With just the tip of my pinky, I reached in and lightly started moving her clit side-to-side. At the same time, and with the same side-to-side theme, I was lightly licking her nipple with the tip of my tongue. I call the use of my finger this way as the LMN, because it inevitably leads to a "lick my now!"

The combination of my pinky and tongue tip were making Alia squirm. I could feel her thrusting her hips slightly. Each time she thrust them upward, I would withdraw my pinky. The third time this happened I heard a little muted whine from her. I could tell that I was teasing her and my erection was pressing against my pants.

Taking my free hand, I pinched her breast into my mouth, sucking and licking the breast gently. My pinky was replaced by my middle and index fingers, which penetrated her ever so slightly and then moved upward to stroke her clit. After two roundtrips of this, I heard her moan and her eyes snapped open. She gave me the cutest dirty look and I shrugged. The smirk on my face must have been priceless.

Not wanting to be outdone, Alia unzipped my pants and reached inside my pants. With a little bit of fumbling, she was able to pull my cock out through the hole. She started stroking it with some gusto, and now I was having a difficult time being quiet. I stopped her hand. She looked a question at me. I reached down and unbuttoned my pants, sliding them down with my underwear so that my penis was truly free. I felt so naughty to have it out. 

She pulled the blanket back up to her neck. I pulled her thigh between my legs, pushing up her dress. I was now rubbing my penis against her bare leg, thrusting against it and feeling it slide, skin-on-skin. My hand was completely up her skirt, fingers stroking her clit lightly. I tugged the blanket down, and I felt her tense a little. Instead of pulling it back up, though, she closed her eyes and lied back. I leaned over body and pulled the other breast out of her dress. She moaned just a little when I licked from the underside up to her nipple. Score one for me in my game.

I continued to lick from the bottom of her breast to her nipple and was mimicking my motion with my fingers on her clit. Her pussy was soaked, each stroke of my fingers brought more wetness. I used the wetness to touch the inside of her labia, the outside, her clitoris, and we were both on fire. 

I pushed down with my mouth over her nipple, getting as much of it in as I could. Using a light pincer grip, I also pushed into the top of her slit with my fingers. I drew my head back, pinching my lips together and sucking, using my tongue to get a firm grip. Meanwhile, my fingers pinched her clit and tugged it slightly outward, sliding slightly. As my mouth approached her nipple, I closed it even more and pulled the nipple away from the breast. And also a similar and symmetric tug of her clit with my fingers. "oooh". Score!

It was a rather muted utterance but her eyes opened. I gave her a "shh" gesture and she chuckled underneath her breath. Smiling, I resumed licking her nipple. I could feel her getting close, so I kissed from her nipple down to the base of her breast. Instead of returning, however, my kisses moved onto her dress covered stomach and continued to trail downward. I was giving her the best LMN touch down below. Her breath started coming even faster and then she moved her left arm to bar my path downward. Looking up, I could see her distinctly shake her head. With what must have been the "kid with his hand in the cookie jar" look, I reversed course and headed back to her breast. Not to be deterred completely however, I was softly licking her nipple with just the tip of my tongue as just my fingertip stroked her clit.

Looking up at her face, her eyes were half lidded. She was breathing through pursed lips, trying to be quiet. The scenery flowed by out the station wagon's side windows and I wondered if any truckers had caught a glimpse of what was going on in the back seat. If they looked down through the window at this very moment, they would get quite the eyefull as the blanket was pulled down under her breasts. I scooted over and switched to the one on the near side, leaving the far side one in view. 

I sucked and licked her nipple, with a tongue motion that started from the bottom, went over her nipple, and slid over, making it spring back to a resting state after my tongue released it. Her breathing was growing more ragged, little moans escaping despite her best efforts. They were still not audible except for up close, but I felt distincly proud of myself. My fingers were working her clit again, and I started kissing just below her breasts and back up. Each time I trailed kisses down her stomach, her hips arched, trying to make even more contact with my fingers. I was teasing her mercilessly, avoiding penetrating her vagina while lightly stroking her clit.

On a trip down her stomach, Alia did something mind blowing. I could see her arm that was across her stomach moving slightly. All of a sudden, she extended it out to the left and laid her palm flat on the car floor. My mind was racing now because this was our universal signal that she wanted me to lick her pussy. I was wondering if it was a good idea. I looked up her body and her eyes were completely closed, her legs splayed open: she was giving me control and I was loving it! I decided, "what the hell"... My kisses continued downward and I inserted my thumb into her hole. "Mmmm". I moved down the blanket to just above her skirt, my hand still underneath furiously fingering her. Her breaths were coming in small gasps and I could tell she was going to cum soon.

I scooted down her body a little and bent a bit: the car was long, but it wasn't THAT long. I started to kiss her cunt through her skirt. You will have to excuse my language, but that was exactly the word I was repeating in my head as I pressed inward, "cunt". My tongue reached out and licked the fabric, pushing it into her CUNT and eliciting a delicious moan. She started to push up with her hips. She was past the point of no return. I pushed two fingers inside her, flipped the skirt up. I admired the view of her cunt in plain view. There it was, and if a trucker passed now, what a view he would get! I needed to taste it right now! I dove in with my tongue. No sooner had my tongue touched her clit than she started to cum. She thrashed a little, and brought her arm up to her mouth so that it would muffle her screams. I licked her clit and used my thumb to fuck her. It was a long, drawn out orgasm, but she tapped my head so that I would stop licking her because she could take no more. I will give her credit though, she was unbelievably quiet. Score one for her.

I moved back up, taking the blanket back up with me and covering her. She wrapped her hand back around my penis and started to jerk me off. The memory of eating her pussy in plain view was flashing through my mind. I could feel the pressure build in my balls and with one last peek of her bare breast, I could feel myself cum. As soon as she felt me start to go off, she used the blanket to both jerk me off and catch my load. It was soft and had a nice feel to it. I was silent and then muttered a "uhhhh" as burst after burst exploded from my cock. It seemed like it lasted forever, but it took less than a minute to empty myself. I had made a little bit of noise, so score one for her.

Alia pulled up her panties, I adjusted my pants, the dress went back up, the bra tucked away. Pulling the blanket up, I wrapped my arm around her mid section as she lay flat, resting my head against her breast. 

I said, "I love you, hon". 

She said, "I love you too!". 

My mother from the front seat said, "Aaa, I like to hear you two say that!" We looked at each other and both laughed. "What's so funny?", she asked.

"Nothing", both of us answered together.

Overall, I felt that my little game ended in a draw. Or were we both winners?



The Ride



Jennifer stepped through a wooden doorway, leaving behind the bright sunlight of a weekday lunchtime and entering the closed, almost conspiratorial atmosphere of a typical suburban joint. She stood motionless for a moment, disoriented by the sudden change of her surroundings. It was almost like stepping through a secret door into another world.

The thought occurred to her that she was experiencing the opposite of blinking in sudden sunlight. An old cliché sprang to her mind, the wife secretly coming to check up on the husband's lunchtime assignation, concerned he was with some scarlet woman. He'd arranged to meet her here, but her imagined watchers wouldn't know that. Jennifer decided that the quickest way to stop these half-remembered, low-rent plot-lines from hampering her behavior was to simply find her husband; and so she headed forward randomly.

Quickly acclimatizing, Jennifer heard the familiar sound of her husband's laugh and turned to find him watching TV with some other guys at the bar. She mischievously traced her red painted fingernails lightly down the back of his denim shirt, moving to the side so that he immediately caught her face as he turned around. He grinned: exactly his wife's usual style of announcing her presence to him.

"Not often we get to hook up in a bar these days, eh babe?" he muttered to her, looping his arm around her curvy waist and casting a rather obvious look down at her assets. Jennifer was dressed fairly conservatively, given that she had business to attend to; but the weather was hot, and he was rewarded with the first glimpse of her full cleavage in several hours. "Nice. What's for dinner?"

Jennifer laughed, never growing tired of her handsome husband's style of compliments. His shirt was almost as revealing as her tank top, and she slipped a hand onto his chest, humming gently. "You. No, me. Whatever!" They laughed together and Jennifer thought they would retire to a table to order; but Adam surprised her by first telling her the food order was placed, and then immediately leading her over to a group of men by the pool tables.

"Ben, this is my wife Jen," he introduced a little casually, then started to correct himself.

"Jennifer," the light-bearded man corrected without missing a beat. "It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am, we've been hearing about you." She supposed that her look of mild consternation must have been marked, as three or four of the men chuckled. It was friendly laughter however, and she felt included. "I mean to say, Adam has been telling us about your shared interests... and before you get the wrong idea again..." one of his friends chuckled filthily: "I'm talking about the bike thing."

Jennifer knew something like this had been coming, of course; Ben was too casual to be winding her up. "Oh, yes!" she actually clapped her hands. "I'm getting really into it now, and Adam has been a really great teacher."

Ben was tall and well-built, with a light stubble and a fairly calloused face. Jennifer's instinctive reaction was to back off: something about him felt a little threatening. But his body language and his friendly smile told an entirely different story. He flashed that smile at her husband now. "I always figured he would be, so when he mentioned you were planning to get your own bike, I knew he'd have you up to speed quickly."

Jennifer launched into an enthusiastic history of her interest in motorbikes and engines, referring to her tomboy streak when she was younger, and her first proper encounters with engines. For some reason she wanted these men to see her as an enthusiast in her own right; she supposed because she felt challenged by the situation. She didn't know what this was all about, but she was happy to talk about herself, and she was genuinely enthusiastic on the subject. She concluded her personal history. "And then this year I spent a whole day riding out with Adam and some friends, though we didn't stay overnight."

"Aw, you gotta do an overnight trip, especially in the summer. You can get to some great places from here." Some of Ben's friends chimed in, and she found herself in the middle of a discussion about the best way to spend a summer biking excursion.

It was a few moments later when their food arrived, and the couple withdrew to the service area. "Maybe we can join you sometime! Anyway it was great getting to know you!" Jennifer withdrew, followed by several pairs of eyes.

Once they were seated, Adam confided in his wife. "That was a good thing to say. You remember the bunch of guys I rode out with for that afternoon, back in May?"

"I assumed you were having an affair," Jennifer winked.

"Well I did use that as an excuse. But hey... turns out it was that lot over there, not the blonde heiress I was telling you about."

Jennifer giggled. She knew she could totally trust Adam, and so the idea of some skinny society rat bag turning his head made her chuckle. "Ben and his boys."

"Right. After we've eaten, I'll join them for a game of pool. It's worth a shot... you know we've got that weekend to ourselves coming right up?" Their daughter would be staying with friends, leaving the couple alone. "Well it falls right on that Saturday. They don't seem that keen on having girls along, but I'll try."

"I wish you'd told me, I wouldn't have put so many clothes on this morning! Adam, that is a great idea!" Jennifer beamed over her burger. "That's why I married you... I love a man with initiative."

"Just doin' my best for you, babe."

***

Jennifer spent the rest of the afternoon trying to concentrate on her work, but always returning in her mind to the thought of a full day out riding with her husband and the guys from the bar. The thought of her being one biker among many somehow made the prospect more exciting, and less daunting. She knew she felt confident enough to take the next step to this kind of ride, and just hoped that Adam would have persuaded Ben to see her interest in such a light.

She wasn't even disturbed when Adam failed to return home, taking his absence as a sign that things had been going well at the bar. She didn't dare to call him, for fear that she would come across as a nagging or dependent wife - just the sort of image she needed to avoid in the eyes of a bunch of testosterone-fuelled guys. By the time Adam finally rolled in toward the end of the evening, she was bursting for news.

"Well?" she quizzed him immediately, a hopeful smile lighting up her face. "Good news for Jen?"

Adam caressed her face a little clumsily before kissing her upturned lips. He had clearly been drinking and Jennifer quickly realized that he had been in the bar the whole time. "You're so hot," he told her, sliding a hand down her figure.

Jennifer giggled. "Come ON!" she urged. "You've got to tell me! Did you manage to..."

"I'm getting to that honey! You shouldn't interrupt your man." Jennifer knew he was playing with her, and decided to play along. She waited for him to continue. "Yeah, you're hot, and those guys back at the bar..." - he gestured with his thumb and stifled a hiccough - "they think so too. So I bargained you into the ride!"

Jennifer bounced excitedly, but had to ask: "What.... deal, Adam?"

Adam let out a dirty belly-laugh at her concern. "Nothing too bad, babe! Don't worry." He steadied himself for the explanation, then held up two fingers to illustrate. "Two things," he told her. "First, they don't have passengers along, so you actually have to ride the bike... up-front... and of course I told them we're sharing, so we'll be doing half a ride each, and that's cool with them. But that's the deal - you do have to drive!"

Jennifer clapped her hands with glee. "Well, that's what I wanted!"

Adam put one finger down. "And second, well, when they take girls along they like them to be.... Oh, hot girls, like you are, yeah? They just like a bit of eye-candy."

"Eye-candy?" Jennifer giggled.

"You know... it's just a matter of giving them..." He glanced down at his wife's ample chest: "Something to look at."

Jennifer giggled again, and ran a hand through her brunette locks. "They really liked me?" She twirled a strand of hair flirtatiously across her face.

"Uh-huh."

"So... I just need to show myself off a bit? And I get to ride with you and the guys?" she winked at him, then traced a hand across her husband's chest. With the alcohol inside him, he was easily distracted.

"Yeah..." Adam grinned, enjoying her tracing her fingers down his body.

"Well honey," she lilted in her sexy southern accent. "I think I can manage that darling. You have done so well!" Jennifer reached the growing bulge in her husband's jeans.

"Yeah? You're happy with that?" he asked.

"Baby, I'll show you just how happy I am!" Jennifer traced her fingers across the outline of Adam's erection and expertly unfastened his belt before sinking to her knees on the kitchen floor. As she tugged his jeans open, she glanced mischievously up at him. "I'll show myself off all right. But you're the one who gets the real perks, baby." She freed him from the jeans before kissing him again from where she was kneeling. Judging from Adam's excitement, this wouldn't take long.

***

On the morning of the ride, Jennifer woke feeling buoyant. Parting from their daughter, even for a short period, was always difficult; but after the goodbyes and the promises to be good, she began to focus her attention on the excitement of the day ahead. 

Jennifer's thoughts drifted back to the conversation with Adam earlier in the week. The idea that she would be driving the bike herself for at least half the distance filled her with girlish enthusiasm. Her husband would just be her passenger, and she'd get to show this bunch of guys that she was as good a rider as any man. "Awesome!" she chuckled to herself melodically, picturing herself as the only biker chick in a group of men, riding with the wind in her hair.

The mental picture turned her thoughts to the other "condition" which Ben had set for her inclusion on the ride. No passenger chicks, he'd said, riders only... and she'd have to be accept her role as the eye candy for the men. Jennifer threw herself onto the bed and stretched out as she contemplated that thought. So Adam would get to show off his sexy wife, and she'd have to put up with being constantly checked out. Some of those men were actually quite handsome, and what girl didn't like being eyed up when she was feeling good? Well, she sighed to herself with an ironic grin, I suppose I can force myself...

Jennifer knew she had over an hour till Adam got back, so she took a luxurious shower and contemplated her clothes while her hair quickly in the day's rising temperature. She hoped that she and Adam would have some privacy at the end of the day, because riding often left her feeling aroused. How could a woman not be affected by the power of a big engine between her thighs? Jennifer settled on a pair of sheer black panties, shiny and sexy yet plenty comfortable for the ride. Nobody would see these until Adam undressed her at the end of the day. She was sure that if they were left alone, she could coax him to use the remainder of his energy up on her!

Being endowed with mouthwatering 38D breasts, Jennifer had a good selection of hold-up bras to choose from; it took her only a moment to choose her most overtly sexy. Black to match her panties, and flattering and revealing; she hooked the straps over her shoulders and checked out her cleavage in the mirror. Her tanned breasts were held up like a ripe offering by the thin, sensual material: she knew right away that this was a winning look for the day. Tracing her hand down the front of her bra she checked for comfort, feeling her fingertip brush her own nipple. A delicious spasm of excitement flowed from her breast, right down her curvy figure. She may be planning to spend the day in a testosterone-filled environment, but she felt all woman today!

Checking her classic lingerie in the mirror, Jennifer was pretty happy with how she looked. Her tanned body was well-defined after all the work she'd been putting in at the gym; yet her tanned skin retained its soft appearance. Curvy in the right places, she grinned to herself. As usual, she frowned at the freckles which smattered her tanned shoulders, upper arms and breasts. Like many women, she saw this as a weakness; no matter how Adam praised their cuteness. She'd never fully understand mens' professed liking for such blemishes, she mused; but seeing that it often turned her husband on to examine them, she concluded that they might not be all bad.

Such self-contemplation naturally led to further preparations. Jennifer knew that this was no kind of day for modest make-up, and she reveled in her intention of a heavy making-up session.

Bikers were suckers for eye makeup, she knew this from experience; so Jennifer spent a while carefully applying black liner, a hint of mascara, and grey eye shadow. The effect on her face pleased her: pretty obvious, but sexy, she decided. Finishing off with her favorite pink blusher high on her cheeks and a light red lipstick, she playfully pouted in the mirror. Jennifer was naturally pretty, but like any young woman had learned to make the most of herself. She looked smoking hot sitting there in her sheer black panties and thin push-up bra, wearing full make-up and lipstick, her lightly damp, unkempt dark brunette hair tumbling down to her freckled shoulders. She was pleased with the result, and giggled girlishly to herself: they wouldn't see her in this state of undress, but somehow she just knew she was going to pass the "biker" test.

Finally she turned to the question of clothing. Practicality dictated that she wear jeans, of course, and Jennifer chose the tightest pair she owned; if she hadn't been working out regularly, she reckoned it wouldn't have been possible to squeeze herself into the skin-tight blue denim. But today they were a perfect fit, showing off her firm ass deliciously. A smile lit up her eager young face as she looked over her shoulder to check herself out in the mirror. It was a day when everything just seemed to be working for her.

Almost without thinking, Jennifer threw on a favorite tank top. The grey, familiar material was comfortable and it fit snug around her breasts, covering most of her cleavage. She looked and felt great, but she was supposed to be eye candy - she needed to think more out of the comfort zone. What was the point in wearing a sexy bra if it didn't show her off? Searching through her drawers, Jennifer found a light black top which she didn't recall owning. Pulling on the new tank top, she remembered why: the front of the thin-strapped top was daringly low-cut, far more revealing than she normally wore. There weren't many occasions where it was appropriate. The slinky fabric stretched around her breasts lightly, but hardly concealed more than her bra was already covering anyway.

Feeling barely half-dressed, Jennifer stared critically at her reflection. Was this the sort of thing Adam had in mind? Her breasts did look impressively full and soft with so much of them on show. Jennifer realized that the full effect of her tight top and jeans was like glamming herself up for a night on the town, or appearing in some dumb rock video. Yeah, she did look good - though maybe a little available. Well, she was eye-candy for bikers, that was for sure. That's what her husband had instructed, and he was going to be right there with her... Then, right on cue as she considered his opinion, she heard Adam's car pull into the driveway. Jennifer quickly set about arranging her hair as the car engine shut off.

Jennifer heard her husband coming through the house, and a thrill of wicked excitement gripped her as he reached the bedroom. "Babe, you just gotta be in here," he said matter-of-factly just before she saw him enter the room casually and stop dead in his tracks. Jennifer enjoyed seeing her husband's eyes widen when he saw her. "Oh. Wow."

Jennifer giggled at the suddenly boyish expression on her husband's face. "What do you think, Adam? I need to be the eye candy, you said," she chirped. "Is this the sort of thing you had in mind?"

For an answer, Adam approached her and slipped his arm behind her, feeling her through the taut denim, instinctively cupping his hand gently around her ass. "You look so hot," he muttered, pressing his lips against Jennifer's eager soft mouth.

Jennifer kissed him lovingly, and let out a little squeal of delight at his tongue's eagerness to explore her mouth. "I guess that means yes!" she fluttered her dark eyelashes, delighted by Adam's display of attraction. She knew he was impressed: Jennifer always knew when her husband's cock had begun to stiffen, and it did so even before his other hand started to caress her exposed breasts.

The couple enjoyed a moment of passion and for a minute, Jennifer thought that the sexy outfit might be coming right off her again. But as she felt his hard cock through his jeans, she happened to glimpse the clock through the corner of her eye, causing her to halt. "Honey, we've got to go soon," she breathed in her melodic southern accent. "You don't want to be late, they'll assume it was your wife that made you late, and I don't wanna get the blame..."

They laughed together. Adam replied of course, that nobody would blame him; but he knew how much his wife wanted to enjoy this weekend, and so didn't press his ardor. "Later then, babe," he muttered, heading to the bathroom to compose himself. "Damn, you sure do look beautiful. I'll get you on your own tonight."

"You hope!" Jennifer laughed, knowing now that at the least she was going to have fun teasing her husband.

***

It was only a few blocks out to the outdoor parking lot where they had arranged to meet, and Jennifer was just getting used to being on the bike again when they pulled in. They weren't even the last to arrive, as she had feared, but there was still a contingent of eight or nine men there to see the couple pull up.

They were greeted with whoops and hand-slaps as they circled to find a good place to pull up the bike. Heads were turned, more towards Jennifer than the bike or its owner. Her jeans were stretched tight around her strong, round thighs as she was slanted forward in her riding position, and even clung to the tops of her calves. There the view of leg ended, for she had worn a pair of wide black boots over her jeans, and these stretched right up to her calves. The heels of the boots stretched out behind her from where her feet perched on the bike, drawing glances from the men. A glimpse of cleavage was all that was offered, all but hidden behind her husband as she the bike came to a halt.

"Nice machine," one guy chimed out approvingly as Adam cut the engine.

"Nice lady too," another shot in immediately. Everyone laughed in jovial spirit, nobody more loudly than Jennifer.

"I was going to say that," retorted the first biker, to further amusement.

"Well, thank you all, I'm sure," Jennifer responded graciously, her sexy voice winning favor all round. She swung her legs from the seat and climbed down from the bike. She had tied her hair back to ride and released it now, noticing the way the men's' eyes were drawn to her. She knew she was going to get plenty of attention today, but this moment felt a little awkward: what was she supposed to do now that every man there was gawping at her? She had seen a couple of them unashamedly looking her up and down; some were brazenly staring at her chest, now that she was no longer sheltered behind Adam. She took a deep breath, and felt the low cut of her tank top tighten around her bulging cleavage. For a moment, Jennifer felt like she was just a piece of meat on display for them. She shook her hair loose, drawing yet more approval, when Adam cut into the moment by climbing from the saddle and doing his best to distract them.




The Ride



"Jerry, I know you, how's it goin'... hey Steve, you met Jennifer my wife before, yeah?... But you three guys..." he motioned to a small group who were regarding the new arrivals coolly with mischief in their eyes, "I don't like the look of you at all. Oh boy, no." There was more good-natured laughter and an implicit intention to take it slow on the new arrivals. Adam ushered his wife toward Dave, a mustached man she had met at the bar, providing her with a foothold in to the group.

As they shared some Coke, Jennifer felt herself relax: it had been a nervous moment, strutting across the asphalt among those unfamiliar, somewhat burly bikers in her boot-heels and skin-tight jeans. She had worn a light leather jacket which partly covered her for now, but she was already feeling the heat of male attention. When she turned to say something to Adam, she noticed a guy with a short black beard, who had yet to speak to her, simply staring at her backside. She knew, from the care she had taken preparing herself, that he would be able to clearly see the shape of her firm, round buttocks through those jeans. Well, she thought to herself, it's started - this is the price of riding out with the guys today! Jennifer couldn't help feeling flattered, and a little thrill of excitement ran through her as she realized she would be getting a whole day of this kind of treatment.

Dave made sure that Jennifer met a couple of guys, while Adam stayed close by, giving her room to be herself. Jennifer appreciated that, and enjoyed the meetings; she was full of energy after her quick tussle with her husband and a short ride, and she was genuinely excited about the day ahead. Plus, it was impossible not to be flattered.

Andy, an older guy with flecks of grey in his hair, tried hard to look her in the eye but his gaze kept getting drawn downward. He looked as if he hadn't seen a 30-year-old woman's breasts in years. Jeff, the black beard guy, was about her age, but kind of quiet, yet in a slightly unnerving way. He was kind of sleazy, she decided as he stared into her face during a pause in the chat. Alex, on the other hand, was a painfully shy 20-year-old with a fresh face who blushed when she talked to him and kept looking away. Jennifer giggled - so this was what it meant to be the sole eye candy! She glanced down at her cleavage and pulled her leather around herself a little - perhaps she should keep it in reserve, in case she wanted something.

Just then a group of three bikes roared around a corner and into the parking lot. "Full house!" shouted Dave, and Jennifer recognized Ben from the night before. He threw her a mock-salute as he passed, and he and his two buddies dismounted. Like some of the men, he was a light black leather jacket; his friends were both in dirty leather vests. Nobody was wearing anything heavier, due to the humidity of the late summer.

"Guys..." Ben disappeared into the throng. It was obvious to Jennifer, as obvious as it had been before in the bar, that Ben was the unspoken leader of the group. That was fine, she thought, she knew him and he'd invited her along.

No sooner had she thought this than he approached her. "And the lovely Jennifer," he grinned confidently, stretching out her hand to take hers. She offered it, and he grasped hold of her and kissed it. Then, her forearm; her shoulder, and cheek, in a comical fashion. Jennifer giggled loudly, realizing what he was doing: making light of her position. It cut through any remaining nervousness for her, and the two laughed together. "Hope they're treating you well, doll. You are looking fine." He winked at her and turned away.

"Nice," Dave confided in her. "That means he's glad you're along for the ride."

Jennifer nodded eagerly and patted Adam's backside, as he returned to her side. She felt good, and even feeling Jeff's eyes on her again failed to dent her buoyant mood. Let him stare, she thought to herself, that's what I'm here for and I'm going to have fun!

After a few minutes, Ben clapped his hands and a near silence fell. "OK gentlemen... and, of course, lady..." Ben mock-bowed toward Jennifer, drawing another giggle from her.

"Y'all are so sweet," she responded.

"Why yes, we are, Jennifer. Anyhow folks, you know we're headed for my friend Jack's place tonight..."

"Jack Daniels." That was Jeff, muttering almost to himself. A few labored laughs was all it drew.

"... He's got room for us all, with the tents we brought, and you're gonna love the lake. Now, you might not have room for your fishing gear..."

"Jennifer's got MY rod!" Andy's quip drew laughter from all around, and Jennifer wiggled her hips in acknowledgment of the better joke.

"Already, Andy? Anyway, but what we do have is whisky, green, some cards, good music, and good riding country. Sound good?" There were cheers. "Plus..." He leaned toward Jennifer, and she sensed another quip coming as all eyes drew toward her. He whispered: "If you're real good I'll show ya my scars from that shark I killed."

Jennifer laughed again. "Appendix scar!" someone shouted.

"Who said that?" Ben grinned, and kicked his bike into action. He twisted the throttle, making it growl furiously, then led the procession out of the lot - at a comically steady pace. "Oh, why, I'll get you..." his voice trailed out of range, running the gamut of cartoon characters.

"He's funny!" Jennifer laughed to Adam as she climbed onto his bike. "Dunno why you were worried."

She got comfortable behind her husband again, tying her hair at the first lights before the bikes left town. A cop car slowed to regard them, but these were known to be pretty enthusiastic, harmless bikers and the police knew that if they gave them a berth, there would be no trouble. Live and let live: these were just guys out to have some fairly harmless fun. Things got a bit rough from time to time but there was much more to worry about.

As they hit the open road, the group thinned out a little into groups of riders enjoying the space on the road. Adam rode toward the back of the group at first, but there always seemed to be someone slower. That was fine, because the last thing Jennifer wanted was to be the chick who was always last. "Come on!" she pushed her husband's side and whispered into his ear as the road straightened out. "Let's have a bit of speed!"

Jennifer clung on to Adam as they raced forward. She loved feeling the power of the bike, the exhilaration of the rushing air, and the vibrations hitting her right between the legs. Jennifer's boots held a strong grip on the bike, but still her thighs juddered wildly as they rode quickly over a rough patch of road. She squealed gently to herself, and clung tightly to her husband. She had not forgotten how Adam had gone for her back in the bedroom, and she enjoyed wrapping her arms around him. No doubt he was feeling pretty pleased with himself, after seeing how the guys had reacted to his wife; and she couldn't blame him.

Jennifer leaned back a little, and a whoosh of air whipped inside her jacket, cooling her exposed cleavage. A blissful smile spread across her beautiful face as she felt it quickly billow down her tank top, cooling her from breast to belly. God, that felt nice. She winked at Dave, whose eyes she met as she glanced to her right. Even now, there seemed to be eyes on her all around! Well, let them stare, she thought to herself. She was having fun with Adam now. She planted a kiss on the back of his neck, and sensed him respond with approval.

Coming to an incline, Adam changed down as the engine labored slightly, so that the revs increased. Jennifer felt the increased vibrations travel up through the seat, juddering through her thighs and buttocks. Never having ridden in such tight jeans before, the sensation caught her by surprise. She could really feel her ass start to judder with the engine! She gasped, giggling at how it felt, and thinking that it probably looked pretty raunchy. She glancing behind to see who was there. Sure enough, a row of three bikes were right behind.

She might have known it. Those guys! But Jennifer was too excited by enjoying the country road with her husband to think about that now. She punched the air with one hand, and let out a wild "Whoooo!!!" Take that, guys, she thought to herself. Adam grinned, not knowing quite how closely his wife was being ogled from behind. Jennifer pushed herself up a little with her strong legs, lifting her ass off the seat for a moment, and wiggled it for the pursuing bikers to see. Her wide hips swayed, jiggling her big, firm ass purposefully through the tight jeans. "How you like that?" she called back. Thumbs were raised.

As Jennifer relaxed back down on the seat, she glanced back again. Who the hell was she showing off her butt to, anyway? One guy who'd been in that little group when she first arrived. Hah, she'd guessed as much - those guys' eyes had been all over her! Then she recognized Ben, who had a big grin on his face. How the hell had he got back there? Jennifer blushed: somehow that made it more personal, being checked out by someone the guy who'd invited her along. But oh well. And.... oh, yes of course, Jeff, the sleazy black beard guy. Well, she didn't care. If the price of this fun ride was having a pervert check out her ass, it was more than worth paying! It didn't do any harm anyway; and right now, she even enjoyed the feeling.

Further down the road, Adam began overtaking a few of the other riders. Nobody seemed to be making a huge effort to pass them again, and soon Adam's bike was near the front of the ride. When they hit the front of the line, Jennifer thought she'd better clue her husband in. She leaned forward to call into his ear. "You realize everybody is checking out my ass?" she called.

Adam laughed. "I wondered why they were going so slow!" he eased up on the throttle a little. "Well baby, I did warn you. And like I told you back at home..." he paused, reminded of their encounter in the bedroom and how he had longed to go further with her at the time... "You look totally beautiful, so I'm not surprised. Baby, are you still OK with this? They're being pretty obvious."

"Hell yeah!" she answered without a pause. Jennifer thoroughly loving the ride, and had no intention of letting up. It was especially enjoyable, too, knowing that she was the source of all the sexual interest on the trip; with all those men, including her husband, lusting over her, she felt totally alive. "It's just boys being boys! Baby, I'm totally loving the ride, and I feel all woman... your woman!" she squeezed her arms around him and slipped a hand down briefly to Adam's crotch. "And I can't wait until tonight."

"Me neither," Adam admitted, stiffening a little while trying to keep his attention on the road. "I hope we get some time to ourselves, you know what I mean?" He was answered by a feminine hum and a kiss on the back of his neck.

Other bikes started to pass them again and the whole bunch of them rode for perhaps another hour. Adam and Jennifer moved backward and forward through the line of riders serendipitously, enjoying the scenery and the freedom of the road. The attention paid to Jennifer was not a constant obsession, but it was ever-present; with around a dozen riders in the group there was always at least one or two nearby, and Jennifer with her jeans and boots stretched tightly around her strong legs was a sight from which none of the men could easily overlook.

After a long curve in the road, Adam saw a little diner by the side of the road and noted that there a whole bunch of bikes parked in the wasteland just to the side. A little trail led fed the parking lot from the road, and as he neared he realized that this was where the group was going to break. In fact, he could see some of them in the lot already, finally noticing that Ben was waving him over.

As Adam pulled off the road into the little space, some of the men whooped and clapped. Adam circled the cluster of men and bikes, and one of Ben's friends let out a wolf-whistle. Both husband and wife laughed at this, and a big smile spread across Jennifer's face. "Blow them a kiss, Jen," she heard her husband say; but she hardly needed encouragement.

As they neared the group, she pouted her red lips in their direction, motioning with her hand. A couple of men cheered, and one wolf-whistled loudly; Jennifer giggled, and Adam decided to play along, slowing to a crawl and circling the group a second time. Quickly, Jennifer shook down her hair and raised her arms, gyrating her shapely figure from side to side in the seat.

At this low speed, it was possible to see the exquisite spot of cleavage where her smooth breasts met, heaving with excitement took deep breaths of the warm air, a look of girlish delight on her flushed face. Somebody called out that her arrival was "Awesome!", and Jennifer raised her ass from the seat again, giving herself a few smacks on the seat of her pants. Her sweet giggles could be heard over the sound of the engine, until her husband slowed and parked up by the side of the other bikes.

Jennifer leapt off the saddle eagerly before he had even secured the bike. She clapped girlishly with delight and greeted the group that stood there, while the last few bikes rode in. She was loving this attention now, and wanted to play up to it. "Hey Ben!" she called out. "Hi Andy! Wow, it's hot now, don't you think?" She quickly took off her leather jacket, exposing her bare, tanned arms and leaving nothing more substantial than her little black tank top to cover her eye-catching cleavage. 

Unsurprisingly, a number of the men were looking in her direction. "That was an awesome ride, wasn't it? I'm having such a great time!" She bounced toward them energetically, demonstrating her excitement after the morning's ride. Her impressive cleavage wobbled deliciously against the tight material, her sexy wisps of dark hair now dancing around the freckled skin of her shoulders.

"Awesome, yeah," one of the quieter guys muttered: a blond-haired guy in his late thirties called Rob, his mouth almost hanging open as he tried not to stare too obviously.

"The day's definitely heating up," Andy concurred, glancing down at her boot-covered calves. She saw him run his eyes slowly up her strong thighs, the dark blue jeans molded tightly around them, before lingering on her gorgeously exposed, tanned cleavage and finally returning, with just a trace of guilt, to her pretty, glossily made-up young face. Jennifer was genuinely excited by the ride of course, and with the testosterone in the group all directed her way, she could feel her body responding. Her breasts were tingling exquisitely as her husband joined the group, and the last of the bikes shut down their engines.

She beamed back at Andy even as Adam joined in the conversation, loving the obvious way he had eyed her up. She fluttered her mascara-laden lashes at Andy, knowing that Adam would not mind; and then gave the same treatment to another of the guys who engaged her in discussions about the morning's ride.

Jennifer cut a strong feminine figure standing confidently among the men, the womanly shape of her legs obvious through her tight jeans, emphasized by the high heels on her boots. It was easy for Ben to spot her, and as Adam was distracted to talking about bikes with some of the guys, he cheekily approached her and slipped a hand around her curvy waist. "How did ya like that, baby?" he muttered gruffly in her ear. "It's more fun in a big group, eh?"

Jennifer turned her pretty face upward to Ben's unshaven face. "You bet!" she nodded enthusiastically, thrilling as she saw his eyes, too, dip down into her cleavage. From his close position, she quickly guessed that he would be able to make out her bra inside the little top; from the look on his face, she knew she was right.

"Now, I know you're gonna be up the front end of the bike in the afternoon, right girl? I told your hub, that's part of the deal, right?" Ben winked.

Jennifer's face lit up all the more. "Oh, you bet! I just love to be up front!" she pushed her chest out a little, giggling, and nibbled on a finger. Playing the sex kitten was so much fun for her, and Ben was a little less obvious about his desires than some of the men there, which made him all the more fun for her.

He grinned back at her, then gave a slow, confident glance down at her front. "I can see that," he drawled.

Jennifer giggled like a flirty teenager, enjoying the wicked frisson of the situation. She ran a hand through her hair, letting it fall freely around her shoulders. "Thank you, Ben," she laughed, before some of the other riders joined them and the moment was ended.

Jennifer even found that she was comfortable with being temporarily separated from her husband. Everything felt so casual and fun. One rider, a fairly handsome thirty-something long-haired guy called Josh, engaged her in a discussion about keeping hair protected while riding. She was flattered again when he touched her hair, telling her how soft and it was, and joking that he should get tips for his rather unkempt, wispy hair. Jennifer joined in the laughter at that, and enjoyed the way the conversation seemed to center around her appearance.

Entering the bar, it seemed totally natural when the hand that slipped around her waist was Ben's, rather than Adam's. He even caressed her back with familiarity, before being replaced briefly by Rob, and then Andy.

Sitting opposite from her husband at the table, she accepted a drink and food that was bought for her, as well as a good many smiles and a few friendly caresses from the men. There seemed no harm in any of this, as Adam was right there with her, sharing in the conversation and clearly enjoying himself. He was also looking on her with an extra sense of pride today, she noticed. The only unfriendly eyes belonged to the blonde waitress who brought the food. Jennifer barely noticed as the sullen girl shot her a number of dirty glances. It didn't matter of course, as the party began to group for the second part of the ride, and Jennifer found that her meal had already been paid for.

***

With everyone regrouped at their machines, Jennifer showed no hesitation in climbing aboard the front of the bike. She had been looking forward to this part of the day more than anything, and for now she suddenly dropped her interest in her lustful fan club and turned her attention to the bike. She was comfortable with the machine, but given the excitement of the day and with food and some beer inside her she wanted to avoid any silly mistakes.

Jennifer had tied her hair up behind her and stowed her jacket. With Adam behind her she confidently kick-started and drove a slow, relaxed circle around the area before following Andy and Josh out onto the road. Her attitude commanded a certain respect, and with Adam suddenly riding as her passenger she began to turn savor the experience.

The sky was blue and the humid afternoon turned to a warm rush of wind as the bikes surged forward, Jennifer loving the feel of power between her legs. Adam barely guided her driving, presumably sitting back and enjoying the passing scenery instead. Jennifer liked the area they were driving through, but she was more interested in making a good job of the riding.

She noticed that some of the attention was off her for the time being. Perhaps because she was doing a good job, she was getting no special attention; and presumably the guys couldn't really see so much of her with Adam right behind. For almost an hour she was unbothered by the attentions of the men.

Jennifer played with speed a little and experimented with acceleration and revs on the open road. Seeing what she was about, Andy pulled up beside her with a grin on his face. He pointed at toward a big old tree by the side of the road which could be seen in the distance. Jennifer giggled, nodded vigorously, and careened off ahead of the older man.




The Ride



Perhaps it was his experience, or lack of a passenger, that told in the end; but Andy pulled comfortably up alongside the frustrated Jennifer by the time they reached the marker. As he winked at her, she pouted back petulantly.

Jennifer played a little with the other bikes, toying with other little race-skirmishes along the way, joining in with the fun.

The afternoon was drawing on as the road began to climb and the air became cooler. The group generally slowed to a lower speed although the incline was only gradual. Slowly, Jennifer became more aware of the vibrations juddering through her body - her ass, and her chest. With the slight but noticeable dip in temperature, she was aware that her tank top was hardly enough cover, but she was hardly going to stop now to add more clothing.

It was Ben first, who pulled up alongside to shout "Nice work, lady!" at her, and whose eyes first swept down to her cleavage. Jennifer had almost forgotten how much of herself was on display; but following his eyes now, she almost shocked herself at the sight of her prominent, vibrating cleavage. She was visibly wobbling on this road! She felt a sudden thrill between her thighs as some of the other guys exchanged glances with her, and the thrill of being the day's plaything returned to her.

A few miles further on, Jennifer began to see signs to their destination, and the scenery changed a little, becoming greener. Seeing that the ride out was nearing its end, she began to think of the evening among this bunch of men. She also wondered how she would get to be alone with Adam, remembering their encounter at the start of the day. Would they be given space to themselves with all these men around? She realized that as the miles had passed, her pussy had grown gently moistened from the pounding of the road on the bike between her legs. This was normal for her, and part of the reason that she loved to ride. She hoped again that she would get to be with Adam tonight.

With the ride now slower, it was more obvious to the men what a voluptuous figure Jennifer was showing at the front of the bike. There was some unrestrained leering at the amount of tanned, full breast gently vibrating above the low line of her stretched tank top. Aware of the attention she was getting, Jennifer became more aware that her nipples were beginning to harden. The chill of the wind buffeting her exposed skin did little to stop that, but there was little she cared to do to rectify the situation now. She felt Adam's hands around her waist, and a sweet sensation of desire awoke within her bouncing, nubile body. She shifted uncomfortably inside her jeans. These things were so tight! As if reading her thoughts, Adam cupped her ass for a moment.

With a roar of his engine, Ben assumed direction of the group. He led them off from a side-turn in the road, quickly guiding them through a dense patch of trees before turning up a narrow driveway. Emerging at the apex, a miniature scene of idyllic natural beauty greeted the riders.

The drive led out onto an expanse of gravel, which led up to a large pine shack with an open porch. It was well constructed and obviously carefully tended, and presented a gleaming welcome from the relatively dark driveway. Beyond the shack, an expanse of grass led down to the tiny shore of a placid lake - only a few acres in width and giving an appearance of shallowness in depth, but nevertheless a place of some beauty. There was even a tiny jetty with an old rowboat attached by a short length of rope. The far side of the lake was just out of view, disappearing into trees, but its full size could easily be guessed. Jennifer gasped with delight: she had given little thought to their destination, but this was a far better sight to behold at the end of her first long solo ride, than she could have imagined.

Ben led the now slow procession of bikes to the shack, waving an arm coolly as a well-built man emerged. He quickly kicked his bike onto its stand, jumped off and exchanged buddy-punches with the owner of the shack. The signal set, there was general confusion as everyone tried to find a suitable place to leave their bikes. Jennifer laughed to herself as she joined in the melee, noting the Ben and the well-built guy watched with amusement.

Ben introduced their host as Jack; a number of them nodded with familiarity, and he made his way around the rest of the group. Some of the men had wasted no time in opening their travel-packs and distributing beer, and there were assurances that plenty more was to come.

When they were introduced to Jack, Jennifer and Adam felt as if they needed to be at their best behavior somehow; but despite his imposing height, a somewhat swarthy appearance and notable bicep, Jack had a slow, soothing manner which made them feel welcome. "I've been hearing good things about your riding, young lady," he rumbled at Jennifer. She thanked him, noticing that his gaze seemed to take in both her face and her chest at the same time.

Jennifer grabbed a cool beer and glanced down at herself. Now in just her tight jeans and tank top, her body felt thoroughly aroused by the sensations of the ride. Her pussy was gently pulsing with excitement from the feeling of power she had enjoyed; one of the thin straps of her tank top had slipped down over her smooth shoulder, allowing the top to sink slightly further.

Jack made sure that Jennifer felt welcome, patting her behind familiarly as if it was the most natural thing to do. Jennifer giggled at the cheek of that, but her face showed that she would allow almost anything, being practically buzzing with delight at the way the day had turned out. Jack glanced down at her exposed push-up bra and winced at the sight of her soft young breasts sitting up pertly. Jack noticed the cute freckles on her tanned shoulders and cleavage, and was joined by Dave and Andy as the three of them engaged her in talk about the ride and location.

Jennifer continued to talk and jabber away excitedly, hardly stopping to wonder where Adam had got to. He'd be back. Music was starting up, and a party was starting to get moving. As Jennifer leaned back to take a gulp of the beer, her hair cascaded around her bare shoulders, her top tightening further around her breasts and revealing, to the delight of the gawping three men, the exquisite dimples of Jennifer's erect nipples poking through the top. The marks of her arousal remained visible after she had downed the beer. 

Jack made the most of his position as host, slipping his arm around Jennifer's shoulders. He towered above her, but she felt comfortable. "So, your husband's..."

"Adam - oh, there he is, I was wondering where he'd gotten too!" she broke away for a minute, swapping hand-slaps with Josh as she bounced her way over to see him. Her perky nipples were all the more obvious now, and drew a number of lustful glances as she did so.

Adam was engaged in some drinking ritual with Ben and Jeff, but broke off to talk to his wife. He didn't seem concerned about Jennifer's state of half undress - like the rest of the men, he was happy to enjoy the view. She linked arms with him for a while at the table though, and downed a whisky. The pungent smell of marijuana smoke filled the air and the music grew louder, and the married couple began to enjoy the evening's relaxation.

***

The sun set over the tree-tops rather than the lake, but made for a beautiful view of the sky nevertheless. Jennifer broke off from dancing with one or two of the guys, in time to catch a sheepish look from her husband. She hadn't been with him for an hour or so, and now he was engaged in a game of cards.

Jennifer bounced over. "Now don't bet the bike, honey!" she laughed lightheartedly at him. "We need to get home!"

Adam winked at her confidently. "How about I win us a new bike?" he answered loudly. Jennifer recognized the game as poker and realize what he was up to from the expressions on some of the other faces. The atmosphere seemed cool though, and she grabbed a beer, taking some air by the lakeside before returning to him.

"So, where's my bike?" she laughed. She reckoned she could get away with such a massive breach of etiquette by virtue of being the only girl, and sat herself next to him on the bench.

Jennifer knew a losing hand when she saw one, and Adam was holding trash. He was playing a reasonable game though, and she was relieved when he folded rather than get involved in some silly bluff. When the hand ended, Jennifer left him - cards was not a favorite pastime, and she was now convinced that Adam was playing sensible enough. The stakes were not too high anyway - worth playing for, but nothing for her to worry about. 

Since Adam was enjoying his occasional vice, Jennifer headed off to grab a beer and see if there was anything left worth smoking.

***

Barely half an hour had passed when Adam touched her arm. "Jen, I'm having a few problems back there..."

Jennifer was nicely buzzed by this point, and had almost forgotten that Adam had been gambling. It didn't seem possible that there could be any sort of problem in this lovely place. "Tell your honey about it, baby."

Adam explained the amount of money he'd fallen behind with; some of the players were more experienced than he was used to, so he'd been losing some hands, and had tried to recoup when he had a chance against weaker players. Slowly but surely however, he had fallen into a slippery slope. The amount he had lost made her concerned, but Adam assured her that he would make good. He was just asking her opinion - he wanted to get back to evens.

Jennifer looked into his eyes and found herself trusting his judgment; he didn't seem to be drunk or overly concerned, he was just behaving earnestly by tell her. She sent him back with her blessing.

***

After another twenty minutes she thought she'd better drop in on the game. One look at her husband's face told her everything had not turned good. Ben was talking to him: "You know Adam, if you want to lay your bike as security, I'd be happy to let you ride it home first."

Jennifer couldn't believe what she was hearing. Had things got that bad? Adam shot her a sheepish look. She wondered what he had got himself into here. Adam was obviously trying to claw his way out of trouble but without funds remaining he was just slipping further into trouble

Without wanting to guide him further into problems, Jennifer suggested that if he knew what he was doing he could do the unthinkable, and take Ben up on his offer. It did seem like Ben was trying to help out of concern. It felt right enough; yes, and it wasn't like he was betting the whole thing.

A few minutes later however, one of the guys unveiled a devastating hand to take more away. Jennifer saw the blood drain from her husband's face. She knew this was getting serious now.

It was only another five minutes until Adam had practically lost their transport home. Jennifer shared his mortification - the idea of them having a bike each by next summer was suddenly evaporating before her eyes! She looked imploringly towards Ben, who had had perhaps the best night of all at the table.

To her surprise, Ben spoke straight to her as if he knew what she was thinking. "Sure, there could be another way out."

Every set of men's eyes at the table landed on her. If she hadn't laid so much blusher on herself a little earlier, she might have turned red anyway.

"You know Adam, you must have noticed our lady here has been kind of popular with the guys. We could always have a little show to make up for your debts, what do you think?"

There was a chorus of approval around the table. Adam looked on helplessly as the men all stared at his wife. Jennifer had been bending over her husband's chair and straightened, but couldn't help a little wiggle of her wide hips as she did so. Her breasts were sitting proud for all to see, and there was an intake of air around the table.

Adam took a swig of the whisky he had previously been sipping. "What... sort of show?" Jennifer's red painted lips parted a little. Was Adam considering this? What about what she thought? Maybe she needed a whisky herself!

Ben looked up at the exquisitely concerned expression on her flawless face. "What sort of show depends on how much you guys want the bike back. Or how much of that money you're willing to do without."

Now Jennifer really did need a whisky. But with the eyes of every man in the room on her, she found it difficult to consider the suggestion neutrally. And Adam seemed to be seriously considering the idea. "Well, perhaps..." The words had escaped her lips almost before her brain had decided to form them. What was she agreeing to? She glanced at Adam. He looked half shocked, half relieved. She had expected him to nip the idea in the bud. Now, Jennifer really grab his whisky.

***

Ten minutes later on the front porch, Jennifer found herself the only member of the gathering who was not seated. She had had not time to check herself, and so she appeared before them as she was dressed and made-up at that point of the evening: her curly, vibrant hair around her bare shoulders, her breasts straining to be free from the black bra and top; and her round ass and strong legs encased in skin-tight denims. As had been the case throughout the day, the men's' eyes devoured her hungrily.

With her dark blue jeans disappearing into her long black boots, she was hardly in a position to put on a sexy striptease. She exchanged a confused glance with her husband, who seemed slightly aroused to see his wife so obviously the center of attention after the long day. She supposed that Adam still carried the morning's passion, and was craving her now; well, if all that was required to save the day was a quick flash of her breasts, she'd be happy enough with that. She was a bit foggy from the evening's intake, and felt like there need be no issue with such a display.

Ben wasted no time, quickly removing Jennifer's confusion about what he wanted. "OK Jennifer, you've been a great addition to the day so far, and I just know that we're all liking what we've seen of you so far."

There was a rumble of approval from the men, and to her distaste she heard the creepy Jeff call out, "Got that right!"

Ben continued: "We were all lovin' your ass when you were on the back of the bike. Why don't you bend over and remind us just how great that looks?"

Jennifer gasped. So this was what Ben wanted - her was going to show her off for the men's' amusement? She still didn't think that jeans were good for a striptease, but she supposed that right now she would just do as she was told. She reasoned that there was nothing wrong with a bit of bending and flashing, if it saved the bike!

She turned her back to the watching men and stuck her round ass out toward them. Feeling the skin-tight denim of the jeans tighten around her ass, she leaned forward and presented Ben with the view he'd requested. There was an intake of breath, and a few whistles as she showed off her ass. Jennifer giggled, then gave her hips a little wiggle and ran a hand over her own taught roundness for them. "Like this?" she cooed. She glanced at Adam, who was staring just as hard as the other men.

Ben laughed. "Yup. Now who wants to feel that fine, fine ass?"

Jennifer gulped. So Ben wanted a hands-on show! She supposed that for the money at stake...

Her thought was cut short as an unwelcome voice spoke out. "I'll take a piece of that!" Jeff called out. He hardly hesitated, striding toward her. Jennifer instinctively straightened: of all the men there, why did it have to be the guy who creped her out? 

Ben laughed. "Oh come on Jen, let him have a feel! You don't want to give up so soon, think of what's at stake!"

She glanced Adam again who seemed to concur with Ben, and resigned herself to her fate. She glanced back at the black-bearded Jeff, who was already leering at her. She saw his eyes widen as she bent over provocatively for him and waited for the inevitable.

She caught her breath as she felt the initial contact. Jeff's hand slithered its way slowly across her taught, round ass. Glancing back, at him, she caught the lustful gaze on his face as his fingertips explored the sweet crevice beneath her ass-cheeks, then roughly fondled her buttocks. She felt him shake her gently, causing her ass to wobble slightly; the men cheered, and Jeff gave her a couple of gentle slaps, then trailed his fingers right down the middle of her ass. It was such a filthy, intimate grope that there was felt her dignity had been snatched away in front of the watching eyes.

"Nice, Jeff, I bet that feels good." Jack joined in with Ben's baiting of their captive performer. "Ain't it someone else's turn now?"

Ben laughed. "Well, that's the ass man happy. Now who else wants to play with our prize?"

Andy, was barely able to restrain himself. "I'll have a piece of that action!" he laughed.

Jennifer felt that the men were being selected to creep her out the most! She was glad to see Jeff sit down again, but Andy was far too old to be getting his hands on her - no man with grey hair had ever touched her in a sexual way!

Still, all she had to do was concur and the day would be saved. Jennifer felt Andy's hands confidently grab her waist, and encourage her to stand up. "Let's take a look at this sexy top of yours," he told her.

Jennifer watched as Andy's earlier restraint gave way to an obvious longing for her flesh. He stood straight in front of her and gently stroked her neck, then her freckled shoulders. Her breasts were inches from his probing fingertips, rising to strain against her tight top as she breathed more heavily in response to his attentions. Her freckled, soft cleavage moved gently, inviting his touch.

As had been the case earlier in the evening, Jennifer's her nipples were visible through the thin material of her top. Now, it gave the impression that she was aroused by Andy's attentions. She had to admit that there was something exciting in being explored this way, with the audience watching in rapt attention. She could not help but gasp as he skillfully cupped one of her breasts through the thin material, feeling its weight, before finally brushing the backs of his fingers along her soft, exposed flesh and gently caressing the tops of her semi-exposed breasts.

"It's pretty nice actually," Jennifer laughed as his fingers dipped into her cleavage. There was another rumble of approval from the watching men, as she giggled girlishly while having her breasts felt. She glanced at Adam, who smiled back at her. This was pretty dirty, but not too bad, she decided - Adam was obviously enjoying the show, and if he was OK with it, then this was the best way out of their predicament.

Jennifer was braced for Andy to fully expose her womanhood, but he restricted himself to tracing his fingers over what was visible, and fondling her through her top. She had to admit it felt nice, and while this was the strangest of experiences in full view of the watching men, she knew there could be worse experiences having her attractiveness confirmed in front of these lusty men. She caught her breath as Andy rubbed his fingers across the little nubs in the material of her tank top, caused by her erect nipples. He squeezed gently, sending pleasurable sensations through her breasts. Jennifer gulped: there was no disguising how nice that felt. She writhed a little in her boots, while not daring to move from the spot in case she somehow transgressed whatever rules Ben had in mind. She ground the high heels of her boots into the ground.

It was Jack's voice that broke the silence. "Oh yeah, I think she likes that!" There were laughs and claps. "What do you think, Adam?"

Adam just coughed and nodded: "Well, yeah, I guess she would!"

Jennifer knew that she should feel demeaned being discussed in this way; but somehow the attention was giving her a more agreeable sensation. She was almost disappointed when Ben called out to stop the contact: "All right. That's enough for you right now, Andy."




The Ride



It was a pitch black when she made it to her car. Her keys were ready in her hand, almost running to her car. Wanting to look behind her, she couldn't bring herself to do it. She could already feel him behind her. 

She started the car, put it into gear and slammed on the gas. Thank goodness she wasn't far from the highway. She was the only one on the highway. She hasn't looked in her rearview mirror. Eyes on the road. Maybe the radio will stop the sound of her heartbeat. 

Scanning the radio. Not really looking for any one song, just something loud. But, the sound wasn't loud enough to block out the voices of her feelings about what could happen, what might happen. She's not scared, she's excited. 

She knows he's going to follow her, or at least find her. He always does. 

This game has been started. First with looks, then with talk, and now with action. She cant go back. 

Her heart was racing. Her mind was going as fast as her driving. By mistake she looked in her mirror. He was right on her ass. Seeing him she almost wrecked the car. She slammed on the gas! But, the car began to slow down. What the fuck! 

Out of gas! She couldn't believe it. She couldn't get out of the car fast enough, she dove into the woods and began to ran. Once again not looking behind her. She could hear him behind her. Long , strong strides, the sticks and leafs braking under his steps. Her legs were about to give out. Leaning up against a tree to catch her breath. And he caught her. 

Pushing her more into the tree, running his hands all over her shaking body. The longing grew like a wildfire inside her. He held her hands down so she couldn't touch back. Teasing her. 

She's dying inside for a kiss, and word, something. He knew that! But, kept his lips about an inch away. Turing her around, he picked her up and fireman carried her. She couldn't see anything. He wasn't saying anything. Then out of nowhere he sat her down. He hasn't said a word. They were face to face. No words, no nothing. He reached into his pocket and pulled something out. It was to dark to see what it was. And now it was pitch black due to the blindfold he put on her eyes. 

"Step up" is all she heard. He said that four more times. Then the only change she knew of was the heat she felt. He left the blindfold on. He sat her down and leaned her back on what felt like a couch. 

First she felt him remove her shoes then socks. He stood her up and began to remove her jeans, panties, unbuttoned her shirt and undid her bra. 

Feeling exposed, naked and "blinded".

He walked her over and laid her down on a blanket. She can feel his breath on her. She can smell him. Sweat mixed with cologne and the woods. His hands, soft and rough began to travel her body. She started to moan. He put his finger on her mouth "shhhh" is all he said. 

All over her body he touched her. Goosebumps like fireworks exploded all over her. She could feel her face and body flush. Then the touching stopped. She almost started to say something but she kept quite. 

What seemed like forever nothing happened. Build up was almost to much to bear. Until... she felt the wetness of his mouth. Tiny kisses from her toes to her mouth. Deep, deep passion filed kiss. The kiss took her breath away to where when he pulled away she had to grasp for air. 

The next thing she felt was her hands being tied up above her head and her legs being spread. His hands played with her, long and slowly. Until she could no longer hold in her excitement. She let out such a scream of passion. And, with that scream he placed himself inside her. He gave her what she wanted. 

Their bodies began to move together in such a motion that they came together. He laid there with her. Softly touching her. Keeping her still softly moaning. 

Then once again he stopped. Untied her hands. Then all she heard was his footsteps. Then nothing. No touching, no sound. 

She sat up and slowly took off her blindfold. She looked around, she was alone. Then her eye caught a note by her hand. 

She picked it up and all it read was... " now you find me.



The Ride



It's early on a Saturday morning. Everything is ready. Our goal is the country, the mountains, as far away from the city congestion as possible. I'm wearing my black leather pants with matching jacket, boots, and a white tank top. My pants feel so supple. I love the way they mold themselves against my long legs. You whistle as I come out of the bedroom, admiring the tight fit. I love the way your eyes travel up and down my body--letting me know that you love what you see.

You're already on the bike waiting for me. I adjust my small backpack filled with a few goodies and climb behind you. I signal that I'm ready and the bike roars to life with a thunder all its own. We head out onto the highway and I settle in behind you, pressing my thighs against your hips--scooting up real close. I can feel the warmth and strength of you through my clothes. God, I love sitting behind you like this, my arms around your waist. I trust you completely, feeling totally safe with you in charge of the big powerful bike.

I run my hands leisurely up and down your thighs--caressing your muscular legs. They make me melt inside every time I touch them. I love the way they spread me so wide when you are inside me, the way they flex and move when you pleasure me. I stroke my hands across your crotch and the muscles in your legs tighten up. Your body responds so easily to my touch. It's the power of your love for me, but one that I'll never abuse. I squeeze your hips with my thighs again, just to remind you that I'm here. It's my silent message that my body wants yours, that you excite me beyond any man I've ever known, that I need you.

We climb higher up the mountain. The constant throbbing of the steel horse lulls me with such contentment. The rides becomes an erotic dream. I know only you and the wind. Suddenly, you slow the bike and turn onto a narrow trail that leads away from the road. The sun is out, but it's not overly hot. There is a slight cool breeze blowing my hair around my shoulders. The sun makes shadows throughout the trees, with dappled light on the forest floor. It's as if we've discovered our own private little wonderland that's a million miles away from everyone and everything.

We pass a small stream and you move the bike slowly to a grassy meadow next to the trickling water. The bike falls silent. The lack of sound is strange after the rumble of its powerful motor.

We climb off the bike, stretching our legs. I can't wait to get my helmet off. I shake my head and fluff up my hair, lifting my arms over my head luxuriously. You are watching me with that sexy smile I love so much,the one that tells me you want me. I smile softly back and set my helmet down. The backpack soon follows. You're still watching me closely. I want to give you something to look at. Slowly, I let my jacket slide down my arms, catching it on my hands, and casually toss it across the set of the bike. My nipples are peeking through my tank top, puckered and hard. Your eyes are helplessly drawn to them as I take several deep breaths.

I fluff my hair some more. My movements push my breasts out, making them bounce and sway. There is fire in your eyes. Dropping your helmet, you throw your jacket next to mine, and you hold out your hand to me. I reach for it. It easily captures mine, engulfing my smaller one with strength, yet tenderness. You grab the backpack as we pass the bike and I'm guided towards the stream. It is so quiet here, so peaceful. You take a small blanket from the pack and spread it down on the grass. I lay down as you take our canteen from the pack and dunk it into the cold clear to fill it. Silently, I watch your pants hugging your hips, the way your buttocks tighten, the way your muscles flex and move. You lay next to me and we stare at each other. Your hand reaches up to caress my cheek. I tilt my head towards your warmth. I love it when you touch me.

My fingers gently cup your chin. I lift my head, silently offering you my mouth. You lean down and kiss me gently. Your lips are so warm and soft against mine. Your mustache tickles my sensitive skin. My mouth opens to your tongue as they greet each other like the old friends they are. I can never guess how times your tongue has been in my mouth, chasing mine, making it yours. I love kissing you. It makes me feel so close to you--a part of you.

Your hands reach for my tank top, pulling it out of my pants. I gladly lift my arms to help and it slides over my head. My breasts are immediately exposed to the warm air. It feels wonderful. I feel so wicked, lying here in the sunshine, half-naked with your body so close to mine. Wet lips whisper down my chest and suck hard on a nipple. I sigh and lean back, just enjoying your mouth on me. You lean over me and grab the canteen of cold water. I watch, fascinated, as you wet your fingers and trace a dripping path around one of my nipples. It puckers and hardens more, making me suck in my breath. My back arches, pushing it closer to your hand. You move to the other one. It stands out like the first and then your mouth is once again worshiping them. The contrast of cold water and your hot lips is unbelievable. I tangle my fingers in your hair, pulling you closer, sighing softly as you suckle. At first you're gentle, but you know what I like. You nip me slightly with your teeth. I groan and my hands grip your shoulders. I can feel you smiling against my flesh. You nip me again. I'm vibrating with need and growing passion. Your body slowly pushes me down onto the blanket until your body half covers mine.

Gently, you work on the button and zipper of my pants. The sound of my zipper sliding down is so loud in the quiet forest. I can feel my body responding, becoming soft, wet--willing. Your mouth never leaves my breast as your hand slides over my sex. I smile when I see your face light up--surprised that I'm not wearing panties. I try my best to look innocent. You know I did it on purpose just to arouse you. I close my eyes with pleasure as a long finger probes inside me. I'm so hot. So incredibly wet.

You lean down to kiss me, hard and rough; your tongue repeatedly thrusts into my mouth--demanding my response. I oblige, my tongue challenging yours, dueling with it, both of us winning this battle of passion. Our mouths mold themselves to one another as we turn our heads from side to side, trying different angles, tasting each other. The heat intensifies and my heart starts to pound in my chest. It is a familiar explosion of lust, love and passion, all combining to rush through my blood. I feel myself slipping away, becoming lost in your body--feeling only you. One strong hand massages my breasts while the other continues to probe and explore between my legs. I want so much more. My thoughts scatter, my mind overwhelmed with sensation. Your finger burrows deeper inside me before playing with my swollen clit. My hips grind against that magical touch. I moan softly.

Your hand moves away and begins tugging at my leather pants. I wiggle to help you, lifting my hips off the blanket. You slide my boots and socks off in one smooth motion. It feels heavenly being totally naked. The warm sun beats down on my skin and a slight breeze is floating across me like a blanket of desire. I try to pull on your shirt, but you stop me and kneel between my open legs, running your hands up and down my silky inner thighs. Your palms are rough on my tender skin. Goosebumps break out all over me and I shiver.

"Cold?" you ask, with a lifted eyebrow and a grin.

I laugh, "No. NO"

You know exactly what I'm feeling. you've driven me to this point countless times. My eyes drift shut as strong hands widen my legs. When your mouth finally touches my flesh, I groan and my hips reach towards you. No matter how many times you do this to me, I can never get enough. It feels so good, so intimate, so personal, your mouth tasting my excitement. You probe inside my soft wet folds, knowing all the wonderful spots that drive me absolutely wild.

Your hands slip under my cheeks, lifting me like a delicious meal. You start to devour me, returning again and again to that magic button that is so swollen with desire for you. Wet delight concentrates there--sucking on it--driving me higher and higher. My legs shake with electricity. I feel as if I'm perched on the edge of a cliff. You're relentless. Your mouth pushes me over the edge and I fly into space--convulsing over and over. Shuddering with aftermath, I call out your name while you slowly continue to lick me, making me squirm and gasp with glowing pleasure. You know exactly how my body responds, what I need, why we are soul mates...

Warm breath gently blows against my wet center and I start to relax, thinking you are done. But your tongue returns to probe harder and faster until a second orgasm strikes like lightening, ripping through me. My body is quaking like it's on fire...you continue to lick softly, letting me float gently back to earth. You press soft kisses up to my belly and breasts. When our lips touch I can taste my own passions. I love it when you do that, share that tangy taste with me.

I lay there, limp, spent, feeling wonderfully exhausted. Time passes with the lack of concern that lovers enjoy. When I open my eyes you are standing over me with a hand offered and you pull me to my feet. We hold each other for an eternity before you help me get dressed. I find myself too shaky to accomplish it on my own. You gather up our things and I walk towards the bike. I hear you laugh softly. I turn around, a little puzzled.

"I can always tell when you cum good, baby. You get that real loose hipped sway in your walk." I realize that you're right. I can feel it in my hips, feel the difference in my walk. It's lazier, slower, like a declaration of raw satisfaction.

We put our jackets and helmets on. I don't worry that this passionate afternoon was just for me. I know what a generous lover you are. And besides, you know I'll more than make it up to you when we get home. 



The Ride



It's early evening. I'm sat at home, watching the box. Nothing really taking my interest, so I'm doing what I normally do: channel surf until something grabs my attention. My mobile phone rings. From the caller id, I see it is my Owner. Odd. She doesn't normally call this time of day. I pick up the phone and before I can say anything She states 'One hour, slut. Be showered. Wear t-shirt, trousers, no under wear, no socks, just shoes. Also bring your mask and all the special toys. Am I understood?' I confirm that She is. 'Bye, then.' She cuts the connection, before I get a chance to say anything else, or even say farewell.

I quickly hurry to the bathroom to take and start running the shower and get myself prepared. Once done and dried off, I make my way to my room to collect the items instructed. The 'special toys' in question are a selection of butt plugs of varying size, ranging from small to quite large, plus a baton with round bulbs at either end, along with lubricant. In my dresser is my mask. I put all the items into a larger carry all so that no-one outside can see what they are. I dress as ordered. While doing so, butterflies are in my stomach. My Owner always has this effect on me. A mixture of nervous anticipation and excitement. Plus I'm naturally curious as to the nature of Her plans and She has given nothing away. I return to the living room, all thoughts of watching television banished. Replaced by a checking and re-checking of what was said, to ensure that I've complied fully with Her wishes. Then it's sitting and waiting. The clock moves so slowly. Time crawling at a snails pace, or at least it seems that way to me. But eventually the hour time frame is almost up. With a few minutes to go, I leave my home with all the items and wait outside my house for Her to arrive.

On the street for no more than a few seconds, Her car pulls up to the curb and I'm beckoned into the vehicle. On climbing inside, She immediately pulls away and from the dashboard hands me a blind fold. 'Put that on, slave.' I do as I'm told and unable to hold it back ask, 'May I know where we are going?' She laughs delightedly at the question, yet cryptically responds, 'You'll find out soon enough.' With my eyes now blindfolded, we were off on this journey to a destination known only to Her. We drove for what seemed like ages. A lot of turns involved in them. I lost count as to how many left or right turns it entailed. I was totally disorientated, which I suspected was the whole point of the exercise, so I couldn't guess our destination. We finally pulled over somewhere and the engine was switched off. I started to remove my blindfold but was instructed to leave it on. My Owner gets out of Her side of the car and makes Her way to passenger side, opening the door. 'Out', She orders. I carefully feel my way to the edge of the car frame, gingerly getting out, then shuffling off to the side a bit, so that She could close the car door, without having to ask me to move first.

I'm then led by the hand away from the car, me taking slow and short steps to ensure I didn't fall on my face, or embarrass my Owner with my clumsiness. We enter a building. I hear the soft squeak of a hinge and feel the coolness of the structures interior, in contrast to the higher temperature of the outside. 'Keep walking, slut', She instructs and we move further into the buildings interior. When we reach the right area, I'm ordered to kneel. At which point my Owner removes the blindfold. She cups my chin with Her hand raising my face up, to gaze into Her eyes. 'Get undressed bitch, put Your gimp mask on as well. I don't need to see Your face.' She smiles a beautiful smile and again laughs. She retrieves the bag containing the toys from me. 'Now be a good animal and stay put until I come to fetch you.' With a slashing hand movement the ends with her pointing at the ground before Her, She says 'Stay!'

There's no question in my mind about not doing as commanded. It is how I've been trained. Although not moving from the spot I'm in, I do glance around the room while waiting for Her return. This place is quite large. I'm in what would be considered a locker room kind of area. I see a bench with coat hooks on it, a couple of lockers as well and the floor itself was tiled, just as you would find in a swimming baths or gym. Wherever we are, its not a place She has ever taken me to before. 

I lose track of time. I don't know whether any real length of time has actually passed or not. It feels like I've been on my own for ages, but in truth it could just as well have been a few minutes. I hear the clack of Her heels striking the tiled floor, that precede Her return. 'Stay on all fours and come', She orders. I'm crawling alongside Her to another part of the building, larger in area than the place I'm leaving behind. I keep following along side my Owner until finally She commands me to stop, then to stand up with legs wide apart and hands behind my head. 

We're in the middle of a large room. It has a chair, a table, bench with straps, and a dressing mirror. and two pouffe's. It was then that I noticed that we weren't alone. There were four other women present, all looking at me impassively. 'You're going to put on a show for me and my friends slave.' She looked at me intently. 'You have no say or choice in this matter. This is my will, is that clear?' Unable to speak, I nod my assent instead. Satisfied with that response, my Owner turns away to address the gathered women.

'Ladies, this is tonight's entertainment!' My slave here is a complete and utter anal whore and it has mentioned a few times in the past, that its dreamed of being gang used, while in my presence.' I realised with a sinking feeling of - oh shit, I did say that. She turned to look at me and winked, a mischievous smile playing on Her face. 'Careful what you wish for slave, you may just get it. And you're going to!' My Owner invited the others to treat me as nothing more than a thing with holes to be filled and made use of.

'Does it do any tricks?' Someone in the gang enquired. I couldn't see who it was either. 'Oh yes,' my Owner replied. 'It is quite good at grinding on butt plugs, while on a chair and getting itself all worked up.' There were several murmurs of interest from the group. 'Would you all like to see?' The group all confirmed that they would. My Owner laughed and pointed at the chair, 'crawl to it slut. Show me what a good animal you are.' I did as ordered and already placed on the chair was a small black anal plug, plus a tube of lubricant. Also either side of it were the two pouffe's 'Lube up the toy and then sit on it and place your legs onto the pouffe's, bitch.' I crawled to the chair and began pouring lube onto the tip of the toy, a generous amount that started running down the sides of the probe as well. While doing this my Owner was explaining the reason for referring to me as woman and not a man, to the group. 'The slut finds it arousing and humiliating to be called nasty girl names, in fact the nastier the names, the more degraded it feels. Again feel free to call it names or insult it.' She laughed again adding 'I certainly don't mind and its immaterial whether it minds anything.'

My Owner walked over to me and lifted my masked face up to gaze into Her face. 'You are to sit on that probe, place your legs on the pouffe's and put your arms behind your head. Am I understood, you filthy cunt?' I nod again slowly. 'Open your mouth animal, I have a treat for you.' I do as bidden opening my mouth wide. She leans down and when Her mouth is close to mine, She spits full into my mouth twice. 'Swallow you dirty fuck hole.' I duly swallow Her saliva. 'Get on the plug - Now!'

I stand over the chair and pull my cheeks apart, to aid in the probes entry. 'That's right, get your cunt in position bitch', She instructs. 'Now - sit!' I sit on the probe my full body weight forcing the plug deep into me and a moan escapes my lips that I can't prevent. Once impaled onto the probe, I pull my cheeks apart and wiggle a bit, just to ensure the probe is fully inside me as much a possible. I then put one foot on each pouffe, place my arms behind my head. Suddenly I feel hands, Her hands grasping my arms and pulling them tight up against Her so that I'm locked in position, back slightly arched. 'Grind on that little cock, animal. Show us how cock hungry you are.'

I start to grind and rock on the probe and as I do, the full weight of my body and the position of my elevated legs, means that I'm more often than not, pressing a bit on my anal g spot and sending waves of pleasure through me. This continues to intensify the more I ride and grind on the object, much to the enjoyment of both my Owner and the assembled women who are all around me in a semi circle, watching intently what I'm doing. Soon I'm making loud noises of pleasure that I can't help coming out of my mouth. My Owner and Her friends egging me on and to go faster, offering encouragement of 'you go girl' or 'come on cunt, moan louder'. As I'm doing this my cock beings to get aroused also, which draws a chorus of cat calls from everyone. My Owner saying mockingly 'Ooooo her little clit is getting all excited too.' At which all of them laugh delightedly at me. 'I wanna see it cum', someone in the crowd shouts out. 'You heard them bitch, put on a show on, cum for us.' As added incentive to obey the command, my Owner digs Her nails into my nipples ripping a groan that is part pain, part pleasure out of me. I'm grinding for all I'm worth trying hard to obey, almost getting there - and failing. I'm sweating and breathing rapidly. My Owner pulls back on my arms, forcing me to arch my back further and look at Her. 'Can't quite make it slut?' I nod my head and there is a chorus of disappointed 'awwwwws' from the group.

My Owner releases my arms and walks swiftly to the front of me, then asks one of the women to come over and hold my arms for Her. Again I'm my back is arching against the chair as I'm held in place again. My Owner digs Her nails into my nipples and tugs on them at the same time. 'When I order you to cum, you fucking cum bitch!' I cry out from the pain for a few moments, during which some of the group are clearly approving of my punishment for failing. My Owner lets go and cups my face in Her hands. 'Next time when I order you to cum, you'd better slut.' I'm still held in place by the other woman, while She apologises to the group for lack of the anticipated climax, but produces another butt plug from the bag. The group are clearly fascinated with its size, wondering if I can actually take it.

'Oh it can', She assures them. 'I wonder if a larger plug will give the desired results?' She mused aloud. There were choruses of 'Lets find out.' My Owner smiles sweetly pouring the lube over the new probe for me to see. At a nod from Her, the other woman lets go of me and She commands 'Get up. Take the probe out and put this one in its place, cunt.' I do as ordered and after a swift removal of the smaller probe and placing myself into the right position, again sat down onto the new probe, which stretches my hole wider apart inside and draws a moan of pain from me. My Owner laughs at my obvious discomfort, then swiftly walks back into position behind me and grabs hold of my arms again. 'Grind on it slut, put another show on for us and let me know when you're close to a cum, animal.' I start to grind and move on the probe and within moments I'm moaning loudly, much to the amusement of everyone watching, especially my Owner. She calls out 'Go for it baby, show me what a dirty slut you are.' The rocking speeds up and soon I can't stop myself, even if I wanted to, the body's own needs taking control over me. Again my clit starts to get hard as well, which brings forth a new set of cat calls from everyone, calling me names and egging me on to cum. 'Are you close, cunt?' My Owner asks and some how I manage to say that I am. Again She commands me to do whatever it takes to cum. 

I writhe on the probe, my back arched and my arms held fast against Her own body, with a strength that makes it impossible to break free from Her grasp. I'm rocking fast, grinding my hips around, trying to find any position that will take me over the edge, so that I can give Her what She wants - and after several frantic attempts that have me moaning like crazy, I again fail to achieve an orgasm.

She sighs heavily and makes a tut, tut tutting sound. 'You're not obeying me very well, are you slave?' She beckons another woman from the gang to come forward. 'Would you like to punish it?' The lady replies 'Oh yea'. My Owner holds me in position again and asks Her assistant to dig her nails into my nipples, which she duly does and has me howling in pain that seems to last a number of minutes. Finally she lets go. My Owner asks, 'would one of you fetch me another probe please?' While the group look at the plugs and debate among themselves which one they want to see me impaled on, She leans back on my arms forcing me to arch my back painfully and stares down into my eyes and a no nonsense look in Her own. 'You'd better fucking cum this time bitch, or ELSE'.

For who knows how long, I was kept impaled on the plugs, each woman taking turns to hold me in place while I ground my hips on the plugs trying to get worked up to the point where my body would lose control and orgasm. The crowd did their best to encourage me by cat calling, moving onto name calling, led by my Owner, who encouraged them to call me all kinds of names while I was writhing on the probes, desperately trying to cum on command for Her. They especially liked the inflatable probe, all of them taking turns to inflate it and deflate it while making me writhe and moan like a demented thing. The louder I got, the more they enjoyed it and encouraged me to become more wanton. Which I did and couldn't help either. It was the sensations going through my body by writhing on the probes, and their in turn stimulating my g spot, were enough to rip such sounds out of me. It was impossible to remain silent, and both my Owner and Her friends, were getting off on seeing me reduced to a moaning wretch, trying in vain for the orgasm I was unable to achieve. 

I was impaled on 7 probes in total going from small to large, then downwards, then any probe chosen at random, by the throwing of a die. I was going crazy for the cum, my moans and writhing becoming ever more desperate. My Owner smiling down at me, drinking in my suffering and whispering 'Can't quite get there can you bitch?' Which drew a long drawn out moan of desperation out of me, to which She just tugged back on my arms, further arching my back and said 'Suffer cunt.'

Finally my Owner called a halt to things. She was again holding me in position on the chair and I was by now covered in a sheen of sweat and panting heavily. 'Clearly it takes a Woman's touch to bring a cum out of this creature', She announced to the group. I was ordered off the plug and commanded to crawl to the bench. Once there I was put into position and restrained with straps that ran across it. My hands placed into cuffs on either side of the bench and secured in place. I couldn't get out, not that I had a lot of strength at the moment to even attempt such a thing. 

My Owner asked for the group to gather around and asked if someone would be kind enough to pass Her the long baton. She held it aloft for everyone to see. 'This, is the best sex toy ever invented - and the cheapest too. All of £1.50! No expense spared for this creature.' Her announcement drew a chorus of laughter from the assembled Ladies. 'I can get this bitch humping away like a whore in heat, in a matter of seconds, and a very, vocal, orgasm not long there after.' They all said aloud they wished to see this, after being disappointed by my efforts on the probes. 'Oh you shall all see, and after I'm done, you're free to take over from me and induce as many orgasms as you like out of it.' She asked for assistance from two ladies, who were instructed to pull my buttocks open, so that my cunt was on display for all to see.

This was done and my owner applied a liberal amount of lubricant to the bulb head of the baton. With a great flourish She then began to slowly force the bulb inside my hole. The sensation of my sphincter being stretched open once more, tore a moan of pleasure out of me and I writhed slightly in my bonds. 'Oh yes, it does like this,' She offered to the onlookers. Then She stopped half way, so that my hole was forced to stay open, then began spinning the bulb within my sphincter muscle, This had me arching in my restraints and again moaning loudly as the sensations ripped through me. Then She tapped on the handle, which sent little tremors into my hole and my buttocks. 'See? See how turned on she is? Her buttocks and cunt are convulsing slightly, see?' They all agreed they could see and ordinarily being treated like a piece of meat in front of people I didn't know, would have had me blushing beet red. But the last few hours had stripped that away from me. All I wanted, ached for, was the cum. 'Now for the explosion.' She giggled joyfully. My Owner then began to plunge the baton in and out of my hole, just past the sphincter, not too deeply in, then yanking it out fully, before ramming it in again. 'Not unlike the action used with a sink plunger', She mentioned to someone. Suddenly I began trying to thrust back, my hole eager to meet and be joined with the baton. 'Ahhhh, see? I told you. When the cunt starts to thrust back she'll just go crazy on us.' With that She began ramming the baton in and out of me with renewed vigor, which had me moaning louder and louder, begging for the cum, to which She finally said 'YES, CUM YOU CUNT!' 

And I did. I was vocal moaning like a demented thing, while She continued to ram the baton in and out of me. Then stopping for a moment. She walked to the head of bench and knelt down so that She was level with my face and making eye contact. 'You owe all of us orgasms for your earlier failure. This will not end until I decide it does cunt, do you understand? I somehow managed to reply I did. My Owner then began inviting each of the Ladies to take over from Her and teach them how to induce cums out of me, which under her expert tuition, they mastered very quickly. I was allowed breaks to recover, before the plunder of my hole resumed. I was quite literally gang fucked out of my mind by Her and Her friends. The more noise I made, the more they loved it.

The sun was starting to rise when they finally finished with me, having me one more time impaled on the probes and grinding away on them at the request of Her guests because they thought it was quite sexy to see a slut turned on and frustrated, moaning madly for a cum it couldn't achieve. Finally I was allowed to stop and told to thank everyone by kissing their feet, then ordered to go fetch the toys, then go get dressed. They all laughed at how gingerly I moved. Someone said 'We sure fucked the shit out of that bitch', which drew a huge laugh from all of them, loudest of all was my Owner I noted, as I shuffled off. By the time I was dressed and made my way to the entrance, my Owner was seeing to Her guests and thanked everyone for attending. 

As my Owner closed the door to the building shut behind Her and posting the key through the letter box, She laughed delightedly at how slowly I was walking. Every minor sensation seemed to be sending waves of feeling into my pussy. Finally She took pity on me saying 'Here, let me help you dear,' opening the car door for me. She quickly entered on the drivers side and started up the engine, then turned to look at me pulling my face to look at me. 'Well slave, you always said you wanted to be gang fucked. Now you have been. Did you enjoy the ride?